Whispers on the Wind (A Prairie Hearts Novel Book 5) by Caroline Fyffe

Author:Caroline Fyffe [Fyffe, Caroline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503939059
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2016-08-30T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

In the happiest mood she could muster, Tabitha moved around the shop with her feather duster, admiring her books as she cleaned. Even though it was silly, this morning she’d dressed in one of her finest frocks, despite the fact nobody but her would know why. The garment was made of a silk-cotton mixed fabric and had a beautiful green-and-pink paisley print. She’d brought the gown from home, and had yet to wear it here in Logan Meadows. She felt a little silly being so gussied up on a regular Thursday, but that wasn’t going to stop her. After she was satisfied with her clothing, she’d carefully woven her hair into a French braid down her back and tied it with a matching ribbon. Her mother would be pleased.

That had been hours ago. Now, she lifted a decorative vase from the shelf and whisked off invisible dust. This wasn’t so bad. So what if she was twenty-nine? One day older than twenty-eight didn’t feel a bit different.

A chorus of laughter sounded outside. It must be three, and the schoolchildren were on their way home. She stepped outside, rolling her shoulders against the brisk north wind. Winter would be here soon. She was ready. She was ready for any change life brought her way.

A buggy came across the bridge at a good clip driven by Jessie, most likely on her way to pick Sarah up from school. Excited to see her, Tabitha waved, hoping Jessie would stop and chat for a moment, as was her habit, but her friend just waved back with a bright smile and kept on going.

Disappointment lodged in Tabitha’s tummy. Her shop had been unusually quiet—more so than ever. Not one friend had stopped by to talk. Not Win to speak about the weather, not Dwight to try and flirt, and not Uncle Frank just to say hello. And certainly not Hunter for any reason at all. It wasn’t unusual for Hannah to pop in for a quick cup of tea, or Susanna to bring her a cookie on her way home from her morning shift at the Silky Hen.

She’d seen Nell and Charlie ride by in their ranching clothes, but those two were always so busy she didn’t expect them to take a minute out of their day to look at books. And Aunt Roberta? She’d probably never see her again.

When Beth Fairington had walked by her window, a scarf wrapped around her head and covering her ears, she’d almost been tempted to invite her in. She struggled so long with the decision, by the time she decided to do it, Beth was gone.

Well, so what if no one had stopped in. Recounting her disappointment had pointed out to her just how many good friends she had here in Logan Meadows. Keeping her face trained away from the saloon, she turned and went back inside, feeling the best she had all day. She put a smile on her face and gazed into the small mirror in the back of the room.

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