by Beth Andrews
“Colton here owns a winery and a farm,” Dylan told him.
“Who was the guy she was with this morning?” Aaron hadn’t meant to ask that. But the thought of her and that guy had bothered him.
“Guy?” both men asked.
“Not old, but average height, roughly our age. He was bundled up, so I can’t tell you much more about him other than he needed propane and she drove him over here to get it.”
Dylan went from looking like one of the guys to looking like a cop in the blink of an eye. “I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like anyone she hangs out with.”
“That’s because she doesn’t hang out with anyone,” Colton said.
“I’ll find out,” Dylan promised.
Aaron told them goodbye and turned to help other customers. He had a nagging feeling that he’d broken a confidence by talking to the men about Maeve. That was ridiculous. She’d made no secret of the man—she’d brought him to the store after all. But still, the feeling persisted.
Colton and the sheriff had given him a lot of information to process.
And as the rest of the busy day flew by, he couldn’t help thinking about Red. Bad girl, bookworm, librarian, winery employee, spitfire.
She was a puzzle, and there was nothing Aaron liked better than a good puzzle.
* * *
THE POWER CAME on at three in the afternoon. Maeve could have moved the stew to the stove, but she left it on the woodstove instead. For some reason the sight of it bubbling away in her cast-iron Dutch oven was cheery.
It didn’t just lift her spirits—Boyd seemed less taciturn than earlier. He’d taken the news that Josie had experienced some Braxton Hicks contractions better than Maeve thought he would. He’d even thanked her for calling Lily.
He hadn’t exactly regaled them with tales of his day, but he told them about the people he’d met as he helped clear driveways all over town. “This one older lady came out with cookies and hot chocolate for me. She said she had her fireplace going. I offered to carry in some wood for her. She didn’t look as if she should be doing it.”
“Who was it?” Maeve asked.
“A Mrs. Esterly.”
“She’s a lovely lady. That was nice of you to—” She was interrupted by a knock on the door. She wasn’t sure where she’d put anyone else. Her small kitchen was already crowded with her current company.
She opened the door and saw not only Sophie, who was obviously making good on her promise to visit, but also Colton and Dylan.
Maeve smiled, already predicting Dylan’s first comment. “You’re in luck. The power came on a few minutes ago.”
Sophie and Colton went in, but Dylan stayed on the stairs. “I heard you had a strange family staying with you?”
“They’re not strange, though I haven’t known them long, and they’re not staying with me.” She pointed to the RV. “Before you give me the lecture I heard in my head this morning before I even knocked on their door, I’ll let you know that not only have they been perfectly polite, honest and forthright, but Boyd even wanted to pay me back for allowing them to come in and warm up and eat some oatmeal. Really, Dylan? A man who feels he has to repay someone for oatmeal? They’re perfectly safe.”
Dylan sighed. “I’d prefer meeting them myself, but I just got a call about an accident off I-90. I’ll check back in with you later. Colton will keep an eye out for me in the meantime.”
“Honestly, I’m an adult,” she reminded him.
“Yeah? And I’m the cop. Making sure people are safe is what I do.”
She stuck out her tongue, which made him grin. “Just don’t make a habit of taking in strangers.”
“I can promise that, if you can promise not to make a habit of checking up on me,” she countered.
“I can’t make that promise,” he said with sincerity, “but I’ll take you up on yours.”
She went into the kitchen and found Sophie talking to Boyd and Josie as if they were old friends, while Colton sat back, evidently assessing the couple for Dylan.
Living in a small town could be challenging at times. She pasted a smile on her face and said, “I guess you all managed to introduce yourselves?”
She sat down to the two pregnant women’s assurances and joined in their conversation while Boyd and Colton continued to size each other up.
This was not how she’d imagined her day going.
CHAPTER THREE
THE NEXT DAY, Josie had a doctor’s appointment. Rather than have her and Boyd drive their RV to Dr. Marshall’s office, Maeve had Boyd drive her to work, then insisted he and Josie keep her car for Josie’s appointment.
Boyd was in the parking lot on time, waiting for her, just as she’d known he would be.
Maeve expected Boyd to tell her the young family would be leaving soon. It shouldn’t have bothered her, but if she was honest with herself, she had to admit she liked having them around. She steeled herself for the news.
“How are Josie and the baby?” she asked as she climbed into the passenger seat. It was a treat to have someone else drive her for a change. Not that she couldn’t drive, or even minded driving, but sometimes it was nice to sit in the passenger seat and watch the scenery.
Boyd didn’t start the car. He shook his head. “It’s not good. She had a horrible time with her pregnancy with Carl and given her history, the doctor wants to be very cautious. She’s on bed rest. She tried to convince him she’d stay in the bed in the RV, but he said travel might be risky. Especially since we don’t know exactly where we’re headed and how close we’ll be to medical care.”
Boyd turned to her. He looked worn and defeated. “I hate to do it, but I have to ask for more help. Maybe we could keep the RV parked where it is a few more weeks? At least until the baby comes?”
Maeve realized that every word cost him. Boyd was a proud man and he was humbling himself for Josie’s benefit and the baby’s. If it was possible, Maeve liked him even more. “Boyd, that’s no problem. No problem at all.”
“We liquidated everything we owned. I have some money—”
“Please, don’t.” She frowned. “Really, it’s not necessary to explain.”
He raked his fingers through what was left of his hair. He appeared as if he’d give up fighting his bad luck if he was fighting for only himself. But underneath that weariness was a firm resolve. She’d just met him, but Maeve knew Boyd was a man who would do anything for his family.
“I don’t understand why you’re helping us.”
“I’d like to say it’s what people do...but that’s not necessarily true. Not all people.” She remembered so many who had turned away from her and her mother when they were in the same kind of trouble as Boyd was now. “But some people do. Once, a long time ago, my mom and I needed help. Three people—for no reason at all and no personal gain I could ever see—stepped up. Ms. Mac, my school principal. Hank, who owns the diner. And Mrs. Anderson, the librarian. They all threw my mom and me a lifeline.”
Maeve had spent her adult life trying to prove herself worthy of their help. To give back in a way that would make them proud. “Most afternoons I stayed at the library. Mrs. Anderson kept giving me new books to read. And over the years, she became more than a librarian to me—she was a friend. When she moved into a retirement home, she sold me her house at a ridiculously low price. That’s where I live now, and I’m sure she’d have liked the idea of your family finding shelter there. She was never someone who did anything big and flashy, or that made anyone notice her. She lived her life quietly giving to others in countless ways.”
Giving her help. Giving her time. Giving her heart.
Maeve had asked Mrs. Anderson to stay on at the house, but she’d insisted she was excited to move to the retirement home. Maeve had visited weekly, until two years ago when Mrs. Anderson had pass
ed away.
“During the worst period in my life, she pointed me toward books that were filled with hope and optimism. Mrs. Anderson left me that cross-stitch in my kitchen. I can’t save the world, but I can try. She lived by those words and I’m working at following in her footsteps. You’ve heard of paying it forward? Well, I’m paying it back. We won’t be talking about money. The amount of electricity or water you’ll use is minimal.” He seemed as if he was about to protest, but she held up a hand. “And you can pay me back for it by helping someone else someday.”
He still looked as if he was going to refuse, so she added, “And helping me with a few projects.”
He eyed her suspiciously. “Busywork or things you really need done?”
She laughed. “I’m a single woman who is at home in a library or a winery. I’m competent in my sphere. Projects at home are always a challenge.”
She pulled out the big guns. “And you’d be doing it for Josie.”
“You and Josie,” he muttered.
“Me and Josie what?”
“Know what to say to get your way.” The quiet man offered her a small smile, and Maeve got a glimpse of what Josie had seen in him. “My father always warned me about women like you two.”
She laughed. “Dangerous. Yeah, that’s me. But dangerous or not, there are days I think I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached to my neck. Do you mind waiting another moment before we go home? I have to run back into the store for something.”
“Sure,” he said. “I can manage that all right.”
She hurried into the winery. Its unique fruity scent was always welcoming, she thought. The shelves were filled with wine bottles and grape-inspired paraphernalia and were as familiar to her as the shelves in her library. True, there was no Dewey decimal system here, but she could find everything and anything in a moment’s notice.
Gabriel must have heard her because he popped his head out of the office. “Oh, it’s you. Did you forget something?”
Asking for help wasn’t something Maeve was accustomed to any more than Boyd was. But this was for someone else after all. She looked her boss in the eye. “No, I didn’t forget anything, even though I just lied to someone and said I did. I wanted to ask if you know anyone who is still looking for some short-term, seasonal help.”
“Not offhand. Why?”
“I have a family, a young family, who’s staying with me. Well, near me. They were on their way to North Dakota to look for work, but now they’re stuck here for a while. Josie, the mom, is pregnant and the doctor’s put her on bed rest. Her husband, Boyd, won’t accept charity, and he needs something to do until they can leave...” She let the sentence fade, realizing she was rambling.
Gabriel looked as angelic as his name. He had dark hair, which wanted badly to curl. He kept it cut short, but if he was even a couple days late in trimming it, the curl took hold. He also had piercing blue eyes that didn’t miss anything. Sometimes Maeve thought he saw more to her than she did herself.
“Well, that’s more personal information than you’ve ever shared, Maeve. We worked together all day and you didn’t mention you had guests.”
She shrugged. She liked Gabriel. Liked him a lot. When she started here, he’d tried to engage her in small talk, but she wasn’t very good at it. They’d found common ground discussing work, wine and customers, and he seemed to accept those parameters. But he’d obviously noticed that she didn’t reveal much about herself.
“I wondered if you have any odd jobs going, no matter how small, or if there’s anyone else who needs someone.” She knew that Gabriel didn’t have a permanent, salaried position open, but from time to time there were small things that needed to be done.
“I can’t think of when you’ve ever asked me for anything,” he mused.
“Donations for the library,” she reminded him.
He laughed. “Yes, you’ve hit up everyone in Valley Ridge for that. But this is different. I wish I had an opening, or had heard of someone who did. But I’ll ask around.”
“Thanks, Gabriel.” She felt a bit awkward for having asked. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Okay, that was a good try. She’d ask Mattie. Maybe one of the shops in town was hiring, and if so, Mattie would know. Working at the coffee shop, Mattie heard about things like that.
“Wait,” Gabriel called.
Maeve turned around.
“It’s not a real job, but I could use someone to organize the garage out back. Clean it, put things away...”
“You’re making up work,” she accused.
“Maybe.” He shot her a quick smile. “But are you going to tell him about the offer?”
“I will. Thanks, Gabriel.”
“I wish it was more.”
“It’s a start.” She returned to Boyd and tried to think how to word the job offer.
“Boyd, I double-checked with my boss since he’s been complaining forever about the awful state of the garage, and he said you’re welcome to the job. It’s only cleaning and organizing the space, but...”
Boyd studied her in a way that made her feel he saw as much as Gabriel did. “Do you know what Josie told me last night?”
“No.”
“We were in our bed, the RV was warm and she said, ‘I told you so, Boyd.’” He paused. “When I got laid off, and then when we lost it all, she told me not to worry. She told me that she believed that angels were everywhere and that things would turn out all right for us. So, last night, she said, ‘I told you so, Boyd. We’ve found our first angel.’ I didn’t argue.
“I can never argue with Josie. She listens to me, lets all my arguments bash themselves against her smile. Truthfully, though, this time, I wasn’t sure I believed her. But maybe I’m starting to.”
“Don’t,” Maeve told him. “I’m no angel by anyone’s definition. Letting someone park an RV next to my house, or mentioning a job...that’s nothing.”
“You’re wrong. Josie knew it right away and I’m beginning to believe it, as well.”
Boyd put the car in Reverse, backed out of the parking lot and headed for the highway. He didn’t say anything else. That was fine with Maeve. She was embarrassed by his praise. She knew that what she’d done wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
It wasn’t long before Boyd pulled into her driveway and there was a light on in the RV. “Josie’s resting in bed. I’d better go rescue her from Carl. When I left, he’d had a bunch of books for her to read to him. She’ll be hoarse before she finishes.”
“You’re all welcome to stay in the house,” Maeve offered. It had to be difficult for Josie, being bedridden in the RV. “We can make over the living room.” She’d never wished for a bigger house until this morning. The small one-bedroom cottage was perfect for a single woman, but there wasn’t a lot of room for overnight guests.
“I’d like to say I’m shocked that a practical stranger would make that offer, but nothing you do shocks me anymore. Thank you, but we’ll stay in the RV. To be honest, I think it’s as big as your house.” He laughed then, and Maeve caught yet another glimpse of the man Josie had fallen in love with.
“I think there’s a chance you’re teasing me,” she teased back.
He pretended to consider her statement, there was a definite twinkle in his eye. “There’s always a chance,” he said. “And again, about today, I really appreciate it.”
“The garage thing is only short-term. A day or two at best.”
“It’s something. And it’s not only a job, it’s...hope. I haven’t felt hope in a long time.”
Since he was smiling, she decided to press her luck. “Will you let me help with Josie? Maybe make a meal, or mind Carl? If the doctor has her on bed rest, I can’t imagine taking care of a toddler is easy.”
He took a deep breath. “Yes. That would b
e great.”
“Fine. I’ve got book club tonight, but tomorrow, after work, I’ll come get Carl and he can visit with me at the library. That will give you both a break.”
Boyd nodded, then got out of the car and walked toward the RV while Maeve went into her house.
He’d called her an angel. She snorted. She took off her coat and boots and sat at her dining table without turning on a light. She didn’t need one to know that Mrs. Anderson’s cross-stitch was on the wall.
Maeve had helped, but surely there was something more she could do.
When she was young, she’d needed help. Her mother had needed help. And now that she thought about it, like Boyd, they’d lost hope. Admittedly, she still found it difficult to talk about those times. She should have told Boyd. Should have explained. Maybe he’d feel better about accepting her aid if he knew how Hank Bennington had given them a hand. Mrs. Anderson at the library and her principal, Ms. Mac, had helped, too. Not one of them had asked for anything in return, either.
Not one of them had saved the world when they’d helped her, but they’d certainly saved Maeve and her mom.
She’d done things to try to repay their generosity over the years. Volunteering at the library was one of those things, but there had been others.
Though none of it seemed like enough.
* * *
AARON NAVIGATED A SLIPPERY PATH to the library. It seemed ridiculous to drive the short distance from his uncle’s apartment above the supply store, but he wished he had. It was warming up and the snow was turning to slush. To make matters worse, Aaron hadn’t put on his boots because he knew that the sidewalks had all been cleared. He’d worn his sneakers, which were now soaked through.
Wet sneakers did nothing to improve his mood.
He wasn’t in Florida anymore.
He wasn’t sure why he was in such a funk. His family would say it was par for the course. He had been working pretty hard around the store. But he liked working so that wasn’t the cause of his bad mood. He just didn’t have time for frivolous endeavors.