Kaida spent most of the morning in her sisters' shop, watching them in reverent awe. Well, when Brady wasn't on her mind every three seconds, anyway. She'd always been relatively comfortable with people, could stand at a podium and lecture with ease, but her sisters had skills. Serious skills. They had divide and conquer down to an art form and could sell fleas to a dog.

Like the other stores along the cobblestone strip on Puritan Street, the exterior was gray clapboard with ...