Daniels, with a slightly pointed tone. Faith straightened her spine. "Mr. Reed has been very kind, as a neighbor should be," she said firmly. "I'm grateful for his assistance during this difficult time." The conversation moved on to other topics, and Faith gradually relaxed.
The women were not unkind, merely curious and perhaps a bit wary of a newcomer. By the time they broke for the meal, Faith had been invited to join a sewing circle that met weekly at the church. "Coulton had kept his distance during her conversations with the women, but now he appeared at her side with a plate of food. "Thought you might be hungry," he said, offering it to her. And I can hold the little one while you eat if you'd like." Faith handed Emma over, noting how naturally Colton held her, supporting her head and bouncing her gently when she fussed.
"They found seats at the end of a table where Faith could eat while Coloulton entertained Emma." "The ladies seem nice enough," Colton observed. Faith nodded. "They've invited me to join their sewing circle. Mrs. Abernathy says they often take in mending for extra money.
That's good, Colton said. You're a fine seamstress from what I've seen of your work around the cabin. The fiddle player started a livelier tune, and several couples moved to the cleared space in the center of the room to dance. Faith watched them, a pang of longing in her heart. She and Thomas had loved to dance.
Colton followed her gaze. "Would you like to dance, Faith?" he asked softly. "I'm not very good, but I can manage not to step on your toes." Faith hesitated. Dancing so soon after becoming a widow would definitely cause talk, but the music was pulling at her, offering a brief escape from grief. "I shouldn't," she said reluctantly.
"Probably not," Colton agreed. "But sometimes we need to do things that bring us joy, even if others might not understand." Faith looked at him, surprised by the insight. "Yes," she said slowly. "I suppose that's true. Before she could change her mind, she stood." "Mrs.
Peterson," she called to the older woman nearby. "Would you mind watching Emma for a few minutes? Mrs. Peterson looked surprised but pleased." "Of course, dear. Bring her here." Colton carefully transferred Emma to Mrs.
Peterson's experienced arms, then offered his hand to Faith. Ready. Faith took a deep breath and placed her hand in his. Ready. Colton had not exaggerated his dancing abilities.