Spin a Wicked Web

by Cricket McRae

"Not yet," Meghan said.

  God, even the eleven-year-old was in on it.

  "Okay. I'm going to take the blindfold off now. Hold still," Barr said.

  The fabric slid away, and I squinted into the sunlight. We were standing on the sidewalk in front of the house.

  In front of a Land Rover.

  And not just any Land Rover. It was dark green, an older model, maybe from the nineteen eighties, in perfect gleaming condition. How had he known?

  "Oh, my God," I breathed. "It's wonderful."

  Meghan laughed.

  "Will you take me for a ride?" I asked.

  "For Pete's sake, Sophie Mae," Barr said. "It's not mine. It's yours.

  I whirled to look up at him.

  He smiled. "Look inside."

  Bewildered and a little giddy, I walked to the side and peered in the window. In the back seat sat a fully assembled Ashford spinning wheel, like Ruth's. He'd stained it golden pecan, and the wood glowed where the sunlight struck the edge of the drive wheel. Piled around it were bags of wool, puffs of fiber, long snakes of roving, a stack of delicate rolled batts. A handkerchief of silk fiber hung from the rearview window.

  I turned and blinked. "You did all this for me?"

  There was that grin again. He nodded. "You like it?"

  "I love it. Oh, but Barr, it's too much. Way too much."

  "In case you haven't heard, I'm a millionaire. That means I get to buy you pretty things if I want to. Ruth helped me pick everything out."

  Meghan had that grin on her face now, too. And so did Erin.

  "I… I don't-" My voice broke. My vision grew watery.

  He took a step toward me. "Oh, hey. Don't get all girly on me, now. Don't cry. You hear me?"

  I sniffed. Nodded. "Thank you. It's all just perfect."

  "That's better. You're welcome. There's just one more thing." He held out a small velvet box.

  "The key?" I asked, and opened the box.

  A big fat diamond glinted up at me.

  Speechless, I watched as the man I loved sank to one knee on the sidewalk. Erin started to say something, but Meghan shushed her.

  "Sophie Mae Reynolds, will you marry me?" Barr asked.

  I felt my eyes go wide. Next to Meghan, Erin started jumping up and down.

  Wow. Oh, wow.

  Cricket McRae

  CRICKET MCRAE has always enjoyed the kind of practical home crafts that were once necessary to everyday life. Her first Home Crafting Mystery, Lye in Wait, focuses on soap making; the second in the series, Heaven Preserve Us, features canning.

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