She gave a nod, her smile slowly and shyly finding her lips. For a moment, the air was charged between the cowboy and the Irishwoman, her cheeks coloring in accordance to what was being said. Karen felt a familiar stirring at the way he looked at her, almost swaying in his direction to give him a kiss. She had to remember where they were.

When he left them to what they were doing, she turned to the others and tilted her head, "I brought one of her dresses that ye can make a pattern from..."

In the end, several dresses for her were ordered, and several for her soon-to-be-daughter, with room to grow, even though she probably didn't need it. She would be there while he took care of his business. By the time he got back, she was exhausted with picking through fabrics.