in an elegant rib and lace pattern. “This is my favorite.”
“Wow, no wonder it sold right away.”
“People are shopping more with Christmas around the corner. Can you believe it’s already October?” Myka asked, gently placing the cloak back inside the box. “So what brings you here, Liza? Just visiting?”
“I wanted to see if you’d be interested in selling my rugs on your site. I’m trying to raise some cash, but don’t mention it to Robyn, okay? I told her she could live at home for as long as she needs, but stretching out my pension makes it tougher to get by.”
“Do you have anything ready to go? If you do, I might be able to add the listing this afternoon.”
Liza reached into her tote bag and brought out two photos of a latch rug. “It’s my own design.”
The rug featured a beautiful piñon jay nestled in the branches of an evergreen. The colors were brilliant and from what she could see in the close-up shot, the workmanship was intricate, showing attention to even the minutest detail.
“I’d be happy to put this up, but I better warn you. I haven’t tried to sell anything like this before. I can’t guarantee results.”
“I know, but will you try?”
“Sure. Bring the rug by, and let me know what price you’d like to charge.”
“What percentage will you take of the sale?”
“It’s a first offering favor. I’m not charging.”
“That’s really unfair to you, Myka. You take the photos, write the copy and pay for your space online. What’s it called, the...”
“Domain,” Myka said.
“So how about this?” Liza said and quoted Myka a price and the percentage she thought Myka should take. “I think that’s a fair commission for you, isn’t it?”
“Very,” Myka said. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
After Liza left, Myka realized that Joshua had grown quiet.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“I was just thinking that you should consider approaching the others singly, not as a group. They might find it less intimidating if it’s one friend to another.”
“That’s a good idea,” she said.
Hearing an odd noise outside, followed by the sound of sheep bleating, Myka glanced out the window. “Bear!”
Josh was beside her instantly. “Is he harassing the sheep?”
“No, not at all. If anything, he guards them.” She opened the back door.
“Where is he?”
“On the far side of the pen.” She went outside and called the dog’s name. Although she didn’t try to go after him this time, he once again disappeared through the trees.
“It was Bear this time, no mistake?” he asked.
She nodded. “It was him. The sheep sound different—frantic—when they’re scared. The sound you heard was a greeting.” She wiped a tear away quickly, but he saw the gesture.
“Why are you so worried? The dog’s got food and water in two places and the weather’s still in the low fifties at night,” he said.
“You don’t understand. This is about keeping my word to your dad. He trusted me, and I’ve got to find a way to make things right.” Her voice tightened, and she swallowed back the lump in her throat.
“Sometimes things just go wrong. No one’s perfect.”
“This isn’t about perfection. It’s about being able to look at myself in the mirror at the end of the day,” she whispered.
“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” he asked, taking her hand.
She shook her head and waited, almost holding her breath.
“I see a woman who’s done her best for everyone, and who never hesitates to lend a helping hand.”
She smiled. “I appreciate you saying that, but that’s not what I’m going to see until I find Bear.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you,” he said, then kissed her on the forehead. “My dad was very lucky to have a friend like you.”
The tenderness in Joshua’s gaze took her breath away. Her heart ached to feel his arms around her, to feel safe and protected again.
Almost as if he’d read her mind,
“Wow, no wonder it sold right away.”
“People are shopping more with Christmas around the corner. Can you believe it’s already October?” Myka asked, gently placing the cloak back inside the box. “So what brings you here, Liza? Just visiting?”
“I wanted to see if you’d be interested in selling my rugs on your site. I’m trying to raise some cash, but don’t mention it to Robyn, okay? I told her she could live at home for as long as she needs, but stretching out my pension makes it tougher to get by.”
“Do you have anything ready to go? If you do, I might be able to add the listing this afternoon.”
Liza reached into her tote bag and brought out two photos of a latch rug. “It’s my own design.”
The rug featured a beautiful piñon jay nestled in the branches of an evergreen. The colors were brilliant and from what she could see in the close-up shot, the workmanship was intricate, showing attention to even the minutest detail.
“I’d be happy to put this up, but I better warn you. I haven’t tried to sell anything like this before. I can’t guarantee results.”
“I know, but will you try?”
“Sure. Bring the rug by, and let me know what price you’d like to charge.”
“What percentage will you take of the sale?”
“It’s a first offering favor. I’m not charging.”
“That’s really unfair to you, Myka. You take the photos, write the copy and pay for your space online. What’s it called, the...”
“Domain,” Myka said.
“So how about this?” Liza said and quoted Myka a price and the percentage she thought Myka should take. “I think that’s a fair commission for you, isn’t it?”
“Very,” Myka said. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
After Liza left, Myka realized that Joshua had grown quiet.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“I was just thinking that you should consider approaching the others singly, not as a group. They might find it less intimidating if it’s one friend to another.”
“That’s a good idea,” she said.
Hearing an odd noise outside, followed by the sound of sheep bleating, Myka glanced out the window. “Bear!”
Josh was beside her instantly. “Is he harassing the sheep?”
“No, not at all. If anything, he guards them.” She opened the back door.
“Where is he?”
“On the far side of the pen.” She went outside and called the dog’s name. Although she didn’t try to go after him this time, he once again disappeared through the trees.
“It was Bear this time, no mistake?” he asked.
She nodded. “It was him. The sheep sound different—frantic—when they’re scared. The sound you heard was a greeting.” She wiped a tear away quickly, but he saw the gesture.
“Why are you so worried? The dog’s got food and water in two places and the weather’s still in the low fifties at night,” he said.
“You don’t understand. This is about keeping my word to your dad. He trusted me, and I’ve got to find a way to make things right.” Her voice tightened, and she swallowed back the lump in her throat.
“Sometimes things just go wrong. No one’s perfect.”
“This isn’t about perfection. It’s about being able to look at myself in the mirror at the end of the day,” she whispered.
“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” he asked, taking her hand.
She shook her head and waited, almost holding her breath.
“I see a woman who’s done her best for everyone, and who never hesitates to lend a helping hand.”
She smiled. “I appreciate you saying that, but that’s not what I’m going to see until I find Bear.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you,” he said, then kissed her on the forehead. “My dad was very lucky to have a friend like you.”
The tenderness in Joshua’s gaze took her breath away. Her heart ached to feel his arms around her, to feel safe and protected again.
Almost as if he’d read her mind,
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