Kilt in Scotland by Patience Griffin

Author:Patience Griffin [Griffin, Patience]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kilts & Quilts

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Completely miserable, Diana sat at a table in Quilting Central, watching Rory pull on his jacket. He was leaving – she was devastated. She’d tried to keep from mooning over him, but nothing worked.

He’d finished interviewing all the villagers. Of course he didn’t need to interview her, since he was her alibi--they had, after all, been in a lip-lock, or thereabouts, when the fire alarm went off--but Diana cringed, thinking about what Rory must’ve told his team.

And why couldn’t he have come near enough for her to soak up a few more of his pheromones, enough to last her. . . how long? Forever? Oh, man, she was a train wreck.

At the door, Rory leaned over to speak with Deydie and Bethia, which made Diana’s ears perk up. He said something about leaving for Inverness to interrogate Leo further and that he’d be back. But her mood—crushed from wanting Rory, but unable to have him—didn’t budge from its place at the bottom of the pit. Diana knew enough about police procedure to know Rory’s next trip to Gandiegow would be a short one. He’d wrap things up in the fishing village and be off to the next case.

Her state of mind took a nosedive. Apparently, she’d only thought she was at rock bottom. She shouldn’t have let him kiss her. She shouldn’t have indulged herself and kissed him back.

She took a couple of deep breaths.

Enough already. She wasn’t dating a police officer. It was an open-and-shut case.

Deydie and Bethia dropped down beside Diana, making her gasp with surprise.

“Ye need to quit making eyes at the DCI,” Deydie commanded in her scratchy old voice.

“We’ve come to help.” Bethia set a basket in front of Diana. “This is just the thing to occupy yere mind now that ye’ve finished piecing your Gandiegow Library quilt. Moira is nearly done quilting it on the longarm machine.”

Deydie pulled pieces of fabric from the basket and positioned them on the flat surface. “’Tis the Kilts & Quilts Pillow Sham for ye to make. We’ve even cut the pieces for ye.”

Bethia placed a graph paper drawing on the table and smoothed it out with her knotted, arthritic hands.

Deydie straightened her rounded shoulders. “I designed it just this morning,” she said proudly.

Diana sighed heavily. Didn’t these women understand she had too much to do already? She picked up Deydie’s drawing to inspect it but ended up gaping at it instead. The design was stunning: a starry sky above three houses and three boats—mostly in plaids—with a ruffle around the edge. “I’m not an expert at piecing.”

“’Tis not that difficult,” Bethia said. “We’ll help.”

Deydie clapped Diana on the back several times. “An eighteen-inch sham is a grand way to pick up new skills.”

Bethia nodded. “And a pillow sham is smaller than a quilt, ye see. Ye won’t waste time or fabric, and ye won’t get stuck if ye don’t like doing a particular technique.”

Diana stared at both women. “I suppose you won’t let me get out of doing this, even if I tell you I’m too busy?”

“Damn straight we won’t,” Deydie said.

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