“She tells me you have made some birdhouses out of the gourds from Mamm’s garden.” “I’ve made a few. Rebecca liked them.” Luke’s tone turned cool. “She thinks they’ll sell well if we can find a way to advertise them. Any ideas?” Was he really going to give credence to her notion? Even when she wasn’t in the room, Rebecca was a hard woman to ignore. The things she said stuck in Samuel’s mind as if she had nailed them there. For the past hour, he had been thinking about the sound of her voice and mulling over her praise of Luke’s work. Was there something between the two of them? He shifted uncomfortably on the bed. Samuel heard Luke walk away from the bed. “I haven’t thought about ways to advertise. I guess I just hoped someone who stopped in for something else would buy one of my gourds.” “I’ve been doing some thinking. There’s not much else to do up here.
