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Оглавление“I don’t know how to make wreaths.” Jesse’s brow furrowed.
“I do.” Though Louise hated remembering the reason. “I made several funeral wreaths for the fallen.”
Again he stiffened, making her wonder if he’d served in the war. Few soldiers wanted to talk about what they’d seen.
“This will be a festive, cheerful time. People will want to come here, especially if we make it known in Chicago what is happening.” Then she made her plea. “Your knowledge of plants will be invaluable.”
That brought back the smile. “Are you sure you don’t just want me along to carry the boughs?”
“Oh, dear. You deciphered my real purpose.” Louise immediately regretted the playful jab. He didn’t appear to understand her humor, judging from the look on his face. She braced herself.
Instead of chastising her, he roared with laughter. “Of course I’ll help. Anything for a friend who speaks her mind.”
A friend. He’d called her a friend. She should be glad. Yet deep down she wanted more.
