“Yarn shop and ice cream café,” he said.
“Fate. Has to be.” She dug in her purse and pulled out a curl of orange yarn. “You wouldn’t have a skein of this, would you? I’m knitting a blanket and I’m short.”
Orange was not her colour, but the moment he caught sight of the yarn, Finn didn’t hesitate. “We’re not trading yet, so I shouldn’t really… But I think I have what you’re looking for, so please come in.” He scanned his shelves, trying to remember where he’d put the chunky orange yarn, locating it at last in the third row beside the window. “How about this?”
“You’re a lifesaver. I was about to head into Kingston to see if the craft store there carried it.” She pulled a twenty from her wallet and held it out. “Please keep the change. I’m so relieved you had what I needed. The blanket is for my sister, you know? She’s in the hospital.”
Finn handed the note back. “Buy her some flowers to go with your blanket.”
“I couldn’t possibly!”
“Yes, you can. If you would tell all your friends that we’re here, that will do nicely.”