When he was ready to let people into his life again—if he was ever ready—it couldn’t be a medically fragile little girl, a boy with curious eyes and energy to burn, and a lovely auburn-haired widow who made him long to taste life again.
* * *
She didn’t see Will again for several days. With the lead-up to the start of school and then the actual chaos of adjusting to a new classroom and coming to know thirty new students, she barely had time to give him more than a passing thought.
But twice in the early hours of the morning as she graded math refresher assignments and the obligatory essays about how her students had spent the summer, she had glimpsed the telltale glimmer of lights in his workshop through the pines.
Only the walls of Abigail’s old house knew that both times she had stopped what she was doing to stand at the window for a few moments watching that light and wondering what he was working on, what he was thinking about, if he’d had a good day.
It wasn’t obsession, she told herself firmly. Only curiosity about an old friend.
Other than those few silent moments, she hadn’t allowed herself to think about him much. What would be the point?
She had seen his reaction to the news of Maddie’s cancer, a completely normal response under the circumstances. He had been shocked and saddened and she certainly couldn’t blame him for the quick way he distanced himself from her.
She understood, but it still saddened her.
Now, the Friday after school started, she pulled into the Brambleberry House driveway to find his pickup truck parked just ahead of her SUV. Before she could contain the instinctive reaction, her stomach skittered with anticipation.
“Hey, I think that’s Mr. Garrett’s truck,” Simon exclaimed. “See, it says Garrett Construction on the side.”
“I think you must be right.” She was quite proud of herself for the calm reply.
“I wonder what’s he doing here.” Simon’s voice quivered with excitement and she sighed. Her son was so desperately eager for a man in his life. She couldn’t really blame him—except for Conan, who didn’t really count, Simon was surrounded by women in every direction.
“Do you think he’s working on something for Sage and Anna? Can I help him, do you think? I could hand him tools or something. I’m really good at that. Do you think he’ll let me?”
“I don’t know the answer to any of your questions, kiddo. You’ll have to ask him. Why don’t we go check it out?”
Both children jumped out of the vehicle the moment she put it in park. She called to them to wait for her but either they didn’t hear her or they chose to ignore her as they rushed to the backyard, where the sound of some kind of power tool hummed through the afternoon.
She caught up with them before they made it all the way.
“I don’t want you bothering Will—Mr. Garrett—if he’s too busy to answer all your many questions. He has a job to do here and we need to let him.”
The rest of what she might have said died in her throat when they turned the corner and she spotted him.
Oh mercy. He wore a pair of disreputable-looking jeans, a forest green T-shirt that bulged with muscle in all the right places, and a leather carpenter’s belt slung low like a gunfighter’s holster. The afternoon sun picked up golden streaks in his brown hair and he had just a hint of afternoon stubble that made him look dangerous and delectable at the same time.
Oh mercy.
Conan was curled under the shade nearby and his bark of greeting alerted Will’s to their presence.
The dog lunged for Simon and Maddie as if he hadn’t seen them in months instead of only a few hours and Will even gifted them with a rare smile, there only for an instant before it flickered away.
He drew off his leather gloves and shoved them in the back pocket of his jeans. “School over already? Is it that late?”
“We have early dismissal on Fridays. It’s only three o’clock,” Julia answered.
“We’ve been out for a few hours already,” Maddie informed him. “Usually we get to stay at the after-school club until Mama finishes her work in her classroom.”
“Is that right?”
“It’s really fun,” Simon answered. “Sometimes we have to stay in Mom’s room with her and do our homework if we have a lot, but most of the time we go to extracurriculars. Today we played tetherball and made up a skit and played on the playground for a long time.”
“Sounds tiring.”
“Not for me,” Simon boasted. “Maybe for Maddie.”
“I’m not tired,” Maddie protested.
His gaze met Julia’s in shared acknowledgment that Maddie’s claim was obviously a lie.
“What’s the project today?” she asked.
“Last time I was here I noticed the back steps were splintering in a few places. I had a couple of hours this afternoon so I decided to get started on replacing them before somebody gets hurt.”
Simon looked enthralled. “Can we help you fix them? I could hand you tools and stuff.”
That subtle panic sparked in his eyes, the same uneasiness she saw the day they went for ice cream, whenever she or the children had pushed him for more than he was willing to offer.
She could see him trying to figure a way out of the situation without hurting Simon and she quickly stepped in.
“We promised Sage we would pick a bushel of apples and make our famous caramel apple pie, remember? You finally get to meet Chloe in a few hours when she and her father arrive.”
Simon scowled. “But you said in the car that if Mr. Garrett said it was okay, we could help him.”
She sent a quick look of apology to Will before turning back to her son. “I know, but I could really use your help with the pies.”
“Making pies is for girls. I’d rather work with tools and stuff,” Simon muttered.
Will raised an eyebrow at this blatantly chauvinistic attitude. “Not true, kid. I know lots of girls who are great at using tools and one of my good friends is a pastry chef at a restaurant down the coast. He makes the best brambleberry pie you’ll ever eat in your life.”
“Brambleberry, like our house?” Maddie asked.
“Just like.”
“Cool!” Simon said. “I want some.”
“No brambleberries today,” Julia answered. “We’re making apple, remember? Let’s go change our clothes and get started.”
Simon’s features drooped with disappointment. “So I don’t get to help Mr. Garrett?”
“Simon—”
“I don’t mind if he stays and helps,” Will said.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded, though she could still see a shadow of reluctance in his eyes. “Positive. I’ll enjoy the company. Conan’s a good listener but not much of a conversationalist.”
She smiled at the unexpected whimsy. “Conversing is one thing Simon does exceptionally well, don’t you, kiddo?”
Simon giggled. “Yep. My dad used to say I could talk for a day and a half without needing anybody to answer back.”
“I guess that means you probably talk in your sleep, right?”
Simon giggled. “I don’t, but Maddie does sometimes. It’s really funny. One time she sang the whole alphabet song in her sleep.”
“I was only five,” Maddie exclaimed to defend herself.
“And you’re going to be fifteen before we finish this pie if we don’t hurry. We all need to change out of school clothes and into apple-picking and porch-fixing clothes.”
Simon looked resigned, then his features brightened. “Race you!” he called to Maddie and took off for the house. She followed several paces behind with Conan barking at their heels, leaving Julia alone with Will.
“I hope he doesn’t get in your way or talk your ear off.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll be fine.”
“Feel free to send him out to play if you need to.”
They lapsed into silence. She should go upstairs, she knew, but she had suddenly discovered she had mi
ssed him this last week, silly as that seemed after years when she hadn’t given the man a thought.
She couldn’t seem to force herself to leave. Finally she sighed, giving into the inevitable.
She took a step closer to him. “Hold still,” she murmured.
Wariness leapt into the depths of his blue eyes but he froze as if she had just cast his boots in concrete.
He smelled of leather and wood shavings, and hot, sun-warmed male, a delicious combination, and she wanted to stand there for three or four years and just enjoy it. She brushed her fingers against the blade of his cheekbone, feeling warm male skin.
At her touch, their gazes clashed and the wariness in his eyes shifted instantly to something else, something raw and wild. An answering tremble stirred inside her and for a moment she forgot what she was doing, her fingers frozen on his skin.
His quick intake of breath dragged her back to reality and she quickly dropped her hand, feeling her own face flame.
“You, um, had a little bit of sawdust on your cheek. I didn’t want it to find its way into your eye.”
“Thanks.” She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or not but his voice sounded decidedly hoarse.
She forced a smile and stepped back, though what she really wanted to do was wrap her arms fiercely around his warm, strong neck and hold on for dear life.
“You’re welcome,” she managed.
With nothing left to be said, she turned and hurried into the house.
* * *
She tried hard to put Will out of her mind as she and Maddie plucked Granny Smith apples off Abigail’s tree. She might have found it a bit easier to forget about him if the ladder didn’t offer a perfect view of the porch steps he was fixing.
Now she paused, her arm outstretched but the apple she was reaching to grab forgotten as she watched him smile at something Simon said. She couldn’t hear them from here but so far it looked as if Simon wasn’t making too big a pest of himself.
“Is this enough, Mama?” Maddie asked from below, where she stood waiting by the bushel basket.
Julia jerked her attention back to her daughter and the task at hand. “Just a moment.” She plucked three more and added them to the glistening green pile in the basket.
“That ought to do it.”
“Do we really need that many apples?”
“Not for one pie but I thought we could make a couple of extras. What do you think?”
She thought for a moment. “Can we give one to Mr. Garrett?”
Maddie looked over at the steps where Simon was trying his hand with Will’s big hammer and Julia saw both longing and a sad kind of resignation in her daughter’s blue eyes.
Maddie could be remarkably perceptive about others. Julia thought perhaps her long months of treatment—enough to make any child grow up far too early—had sensitized her to the subtle behaviors of others toward her. The way adults tried not to stare after she lost her hair, the stilted efforts of nurses and doctors to befriend her, even Julia’s attempts to pretend their world was normal. Maddie seemed to see through them all.
Could Maddie sense the careful distance Will seemed determined to maintain between them?
Julia hoped not. Her daughter had endured enough.
She didn’t need more rejection in her life right now when she was just beginning to find her way again.
“That’s a good idea,” she finally answered Maddie, hoping her smile looked more genuine than it felt. “And perhaps we can think of someone else who might need a pie.”
She lifted the bushel and started to carry it around the front of the house. She hadn’t made it far before Will stepped forward and took the bushel out of her hands.
“Here, I’ll carry that up the stairs for you.”
She almost protested that it wasn’t necessary but she could tell by the implacable set of his jaw that he wouldn’t accept any arguments from her on the matter.
“Thank you,” she said instead.
She and Maddie followed him up the stairs.
“Where do you want this?” he asked.
“The kitchen counter by the sink.”
“We have to wash every single apple and see if it has a worm,” Maddie informed him. “I hope we don’t find one. That would be gross.”
“That’s a lot of work,” he said stiffly.
“It is. But my mama’s pies are the best. Even better than brambleberry. Just wait until you try one.”
Will’s gaze flashed to Julia’s then away so quickly she wondered if she’d imagined the quick flare of heat there.
“Good luck with your pies.”
“Good luck with your stairs,” she responded. “Send Simon up if you need to.”
He nodded and headed out the door, probably completely oblivious that he was leaving two females to watch wistfully after him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
About halfway through helping Julia peel the apples, Maddie asked if she could stop for a few minutes and take a little rest.
“Of course, baby,” Julia assured her.
Already Maddie had made it an hour past the time when Julia thought she would give out. School alone was exhausting for her, especially starting at a new school and the effort it took to make new friends. Throw in an hour of after-school activities then picking the apples and it was no wonder Maddie was drooping.
A few moments later, Julia peered through the kitchen doorway to the living room couch and found her curled up, fast asleep.
Julia set down the half-peeled apple, dried her hands off on her apron, and went to double-check on her. Yes, it might be a bit obsessive, but she figured she had earned the right the last few years to a little cautious overreaction.
Maddie’s color looked good, though, and she was breathing evenly so Julia simply covered her with her favorite crocheted throw and returned to the kitchen.
Her job was a bit lonely now, without Maddie’s quiet observations or Simon’s bubbly chatter. With nothing to distract her, she found her gaze slipping with increasing frequency out the window.
She couldn’t see much from this angle but every once in awhile Will and Simon would pass into the edge of her view as they moved from Will’s power saw to the porch.
She had nearly finished peeling the apples when she suddenly heard a light scratch on the door of her apartment over the steady hammering and the occasional whine of power tools.
Somehow she wasn’t surprised to find Conan standing on the other side, his tail wagging and his eyes expectant.
“Let me guess,” she murmured. “All that hammering is interfering with your sleep.”
She could swear the dog dipped his head up and down as if nodding. He padded through the doorway and into the living room, where he made three circles of his body before easing down to his stomach on the floor beside Maddie’s couch.
“Watch over her for me, won’t you?”
The dog rested his head on his front paws, his attention trained on Maddie as if the couch where she slept was covered in peanut butter.
“Good boy,” Julia murmured, and returned to the kitchen.
She finished her work quickly, slicing enough apples for a half-dozen pies.
She assembled the pies quickly—cheating a little and using store-bought pie shells. She had a good pie crust recipe but she didn’t have the time for it today since Eben and Chloe would be returning soon.
Only two pies could cook at a time in her oven and they took nearly forty minutes. After she slid the first pair in, she untied her apron and hung it back on the hook in the kitchen.
Without giving herself time to consider, she grabbed the egg timer off the stovetop, set it for the time the pies needed and stuck it in her pocket, then headed down the stairs to check on Simon.
It was nearly five-thirty but she couldn’t see any sign of Anna or Sage yet. Sage, she knew, would be meeting Eben and Chloe at the small airstrip in Seaside, north of Cannon Beach. As for Anna, she sometimes worked late at her store in town or the new o
ne in Lincoln City she had opened earlier in the summer.
She followed the sound of male voices—Will’s lower-pitched voice a counterpoint to Simon’s mile-a-minute higher tones.
She stepped closer, still out of sight around the corner of the house, until she could hear their words.
“My mom says next year I can play Little League baseball,” Simon was saying.
“Hold the board still or we’ll have wobbly steps, which won’t do anyone any good.”
“Sorry.”
“Baseball, huh?” Will said a moment later.
“Yep. I couldn’t play this year because of Maddie’s bone transplant and because we were moving here. But next year, for sure. I can’t wait. I played last year, even though I had to miss a lot of games and stuff when Mad was in the hospital.”
She closed her eyes, grieving for her son who had suffered right along with his sister. Sometimes it was so easy to focus on Maddie’s more immediate needs that she forgot Simon walked each step of the journey right along with her.
“Yeah, I hit six home runs last year. I bet I could do a lot more this year. Did you ever play baseball?”
“Sure did,” Will answered. “All through high school and college. Until a few years ago, I was even on a team around here that played in the summertime.”
“Probably old guys, huh?”
Julia cringed but Will didn’t seem offended, judging by his quick snort of laughter—the most lighthearted sound she had heard from him since she’d been back.
“Yeah. We have a tough time running the bases for all the canes and walkers in the way.”
Julia couldn’t help herself, she laughed out loud, drawing the attention of both Will and Simon.
“Hi, Mom,” Simon chirped, looking pleased to see her. “Guess what? Mr. Garrett played baseball, too.”
“I remember,” she said. “Your Uncle Charlie dragged me to one of his summer league games the last time I was here and I got to watch him play. He hit a three-run homer.”
“Trying to impress you,” Will said in a laconic tone.
She laughed again. “It worked very well, as I recall.”
That baseball game had been when she first starting thinking of Will as more than just her brother’s summer-vacation friend. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him.
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