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yes. Now, how’d you like to help me find something in our barn?”

      Teddy’s voice rose an octave. “A horse?”

      “Not a horse, son. A sewing machine. Your momma had one, but she never used it, so I stored it out here in the barn somewhere. You’ve got sharp eyes. Where do you think it might be?”

      Teddy sat up straight and studied his surroundings, moving his eyes from the array of shovels and axes against one wall to the bridles and harnesses that hung on the opposite wall, to the two saddles draped over a sawhorse in the corner—one man-size, one slightly smaller, for a woman. That one had belonged to his mother.

      Purposely he looked away, then pointed to a burlap-draped object in the opposite corner. “I bet that’s it!”

      “Might be,” Thad said. He rose and pulled the covering aside. “Well, look at that—you’re right. Come on, son, think we can lift it?”

      “Nope.”

      “You want to give it a try?”

      Teddy’s lower lip jutted out. “Nope.”

      Thad shrugged and started to jockey the oblong sewing cabinet away from the wall. He remembered it, and seeing it again brought a funny pain in his chest. Before he could draw another breath, Teddy was puffing beside him. Together they hauled the machine across the hay-strewn barn floor until they reached the entrance.

      Thad swung open the double doors, but when he looked back, Teddy had his head down on top of the once-shiny cabinet and was gasping for breath. Obviously the load was too heavy for the boy. Damned thing was solid oak. Must weigh at least a hundred pounds.

      He strode to the back of the barn, grabbed up a large gunnysack and spread it on the floor in front of the sewing machine.

      “What do we do now, Pa?”

      “Now, we go to work again.”

      They rocked it back and forth until all four legs sat squarely on the sturdy hemp sack.

      “Think we can pull it, Teddy? Slide it over the ground to the porch?”

      The boy eyed the load with a frown. “Nope.”

      “Want to try at least?”

      “Nope.”

      But when Thad stooped to grasp one corner of the sack, Teddy was at his shoulder, reaching for the other.

      “Good lad,” Thad murmured. “Let’s go, then. One, two, three, pull!”

      The sewing cabinet inched forward. They had to tilt-walk it over the barn door sill, but after that it bumped over the two-hundred-yard path to the cabin with only three stops along the way to let Teddy catch his breath.

      Thad had to wonder at his son’s sudden helpfulness. Had he decided Leah was not so bad after all? Or maybe Teddy just wanted to be close to his father? Thad guessed he’d been so wrapped up in mourning Hattie over the past year he’d pretty much ignored the boy.

      His breath caught in a sudden rush of emotion. Had he really done the right thing? Would Teddy ever forgive him for marrying Leah, bringing a stranger, a foreigner, into his home? Turning his young son’s life upside down?

      “Pa?”

      Thad straightened. They had reached the bottom step.

      “How’re we gonna get it up to the porch, Pa?”

      Thad scratched his newly trimmed beard. “Well, let’s see. I can heft one end, and you…”

      Teddy’s head drooped. “It’s too heavy for me, Pa. I can’t lift it.”

      “Right. Well, let’s see if something else will work.” Thad hoisted one end of the cabinet up onto the first shallow porch step, then switched ends and lifted it again. Teddy leaned his back against the oak case to keep it from slipping.

      Just as Thad reversed his position again, the cabin door banged open and a small jeanclad figure flew out. She looked so much like a boy Thad had to blink.

      “Leah?”

      “Yes,” she said calmly. Without another word she positioned herself opposite Thad.

      He stared at her slim figure. She’d rolled the sleeves of the red plaid shirt up to her elbows, revealing slender forearms, and the jeans hugged her rounded bottom in a way that made his mouth go dry. Her waist was nipped in with a narrow length of woven scarlet cord of some kind, and the upper part of the shirt swelled gently over her breasts.

      He wondered suddenly why more farm women didn’t dress that way. The garments were sturdy and practical. And on Leah—he swallowed—they were downright attractive.

      He swallowed again as his brain churned out more images. What sort of undergarments did she have on? Did a Chinese woman wear a corset? A camisole? Bloomers? What?

      He shook his head to clear his mind and focus on the task before him, drew in a deep breath and heaved the load up another step. Leah put her back against the opposite end and heaved, as well.

      Teddy’s mouth dropped open and Thad had to laugh. She’d just shoved a heavy cabinet up a step and she wasn’t even breathing heavily. She must have worked hard in China all her life.

      He gestured for his son to join Leah at her end. “Heave,” he muttered. This time six hands gripped the heavy sewing machine and swung it up onto the next step, where it teetered for a moment, then settled with a thunk.

      “One more step,” Thad urged. When the cabinet finally rested on the porch, he surveyed his work crew with admiration. Teddy looked winded. Leah didn’t appear the least bit tired. Her cheeks were flushed, but her gray-green eyes sparkled with triumph.

      “Here’s your sewing machine, Leah. Where do you want it?”

      “Oh!” She dashed inside the small cabin interior, propping the door open with an empty apple crate, and stood studying the room. For the first time Thad noted that her feet were bare.

      “Over there.” She pointed to the far corner, where a cat-clawed brocade armchair rested.

      Thad retrieved the gunnysack, and he and Teddy used it to slide the cabinet across the stained plank floor. When it stood where Leah had indicated, she stepped back and gazed at it with an assessing eye while the two males caught their breath and massaged their shoulders.

      “No,” she said at last. “All wrong. The light is not good.” She pivoted in a slow circle to inspect each cabin wall in turn. “There,” she said finally. “Under the window.” She pointed to the opposite side of the room.

      Thad and Teddy groaned in unison, but bent to the opposite corners of the gunnysack. “You’re sure, now?” Thad asked drily.

      Leah shot him a look. “Yes, quite sure.”

      Again Thad and his son traded glances. This time Thad rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and Teddy suppressed a giggle.

      Leah crossed to stand opposite the two cabinet movers, and when Thad and Teddy started to slide their load across the floor, she laid her backside against the opposite end, lowered her head and shoved. The sewing machine scooted smoothly across the floor.

      Leah spun around. “Yes,” she breathed. “Perfect.”

      Thad’s eyebrows went up. “You sure?”

      Teddy clasped both arms over his chest and scowled at her.

      Leah faced them both, her hands propped on her hips. “Of course I am sure! Did you think I would change my mind again?”

      “Yep,” Thad and Teddy replied in unison.

      Leah looked from her new husband to his young son. Their expressions were identical—narrowed eyes, unsmiling lips and a tiny frown between their identical red-brown eyebrows. Teddy resembled his father, right down to his stance, with both hands jammed in his back

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