Janice Kay - Her Amish Protectors

“No? What other homes and businesses are you also searching?”

“You know there aren’t any yet.”

“I didn’t think so. If you’ll escort me downstairs, I’ll let Colleen go home. I’d just as soon no friends were here to watch.”

Nadia walked past him, pride all that held her together. She heard his tread on the stairs right behind her. Naturally. He couldn’t let her out of sight, in case she tried to move her stash.

Alone in the store, Colleen had been studying a quilt hung on the back wall. Her eyes widened. “Nadia?”

“I’m fine. Thank you for staying, but I think I’ll close up now.”

“I’m sure people will understand.” Colleen obviously didn’t, but she knew not to ask questions. “Call me anytime, okay?”

“I will.” Nadia gave her a swift hug and retreated before she could burst into tears. “Thank you.”

The other woman gathered her purse and bag full of fabric and thread, leaving after a last, worried look over her shoulder. Nadia hastened after her, flipping the sign to Closed and locking the door.

“Make your calls,” she said with frozen dignity, and went to the back room to sit in front of the quilting frame. With her hands shaking, she couldn’t so much as thread a needle, far less work on the half-finished Bear’s Paw quilt in the frame.

She heard Slater’s voice, coming from just outside the doorway. Which probably meant he hadn’t taken his eyes off her for a moment. “It’s a go,” he told someone. “I’ll wait here for you.”

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