Maddy wriggled out of John’s arms to get more mugs. “Actually, Becky, John’s been upstairs working all day. I only saw him at lunch.”
“And when you brought us cookies,” Parker reminded her.
“And when we ran errands,” Blake observed.
“And Dad was gone for a really long time after Uncle Frank came and ...”
“Okay, guys,” John said. “Let’s hear about Aunt Becky’s day.”
Becky grinned. “Well, mine wasn’t nearly so interesting. I taught French to a bunch of teenagers who don’t really want to learn it.”
“Then why did you do it?” Parker asked, licking around the side of his mug.
“Good question, Parker,” Becky replied. “I’m not really sure. But I’m going to try it again tomorrow and see if I can get them to like it any better.”
“Let them draw pictures,” he offered. “That’s fun.”
“They don’t draw in high school,” Blake reminded his brother.
“Sure they do,” Becky chimed in. “I had fun teaching them to draw in my other school. Maybe it’s not such a bad idea.”
Parker beamed, while Blake remained thoughtful, as always.
“How’s the apartment coming?” Becky asked John.
“Slow going getting started,” he replied. His look conveyed more concern than his simple statement did. “I wish I had my crew; could really use the manpower.”
“Well, maybe I’ll hear about someone looking for extra work at the high school.”
“That’d be great,” John replied. “Frank’s dad is keeping an eye out for us, too.”
Becky nodded. “We’ll find you some help. There’s gotta be someone around.”
***
“I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t find something to do.”
Becky jogged along as Grace vented about her horrible brother, remaining as obtuse as she possibly could about the information being unloaded on her.
“I mean, he’s not just good at sports. He’s super handy. And he’s an amazing carpenter. You should see some of the things he built for my parents.”
Becky nodded politely.
“He’s already fixed a bunch of stuff in the little cottage he’s renting. If he’s there long enough, he’ll probably gut the place and renovate the entire thing.”
“That sounds like a good project for him,” Becky said enthusiastically.
“Yeah, but he doesn’t own it. There’s only so much he can do. Seriously, I need to find him something.”
“He’s a grown man. He should be able to find his own work.”
“That’s part of the problem, he doesn’t really need the money. He just needs to be useful.”
Becky groaned inside. “How about the shop? Don’t you need some things done there?”
“Yeah, I’m sure he’d be willing to help me out. I just don’t want it to keep coming from me, you know? I mean, I’d do anything for him, but he’s got his pride.”
Becky sighed.
“You okay?” Grace asked. “I’m sorry I’ve done nothing but complain during our whole run. How’s it going at the high school?”
Becky looked at her friend, trying to stifle the words that were about to come out of her mouth. “John and Frank really need help on the apartment at the inn. John just asked the other day if I knew of anyone who might be interested.”
Grace’s eyes lit up and she slowed her pace. “Are you kidding? That would be perfect! And it wouldn’t be my project or my idea!”
“Well, you can’t tell him it was mine,” Becky countered, slowing with her friend.
Grace laughed. “Yeah, I’m guessing Tank isn’t your first choice for the job.”
Becky rolled her eyes.
“But can’t you see how perfect this is?” Grace continued, adding a happy little hop to her jog. “John will be amazed at what Tank can do.”
“I’m sure he will,” Becky replied without enthusiasm.
Grace grinned. “I’ll talk to him about it tonight. Tell him that I heard about it at the shop.” They were just walking up to the door after their run. “See? I won’t even be lying!” Her eyes sparkled as she said good-bye. “You’re a life-saver, Becky. Thanks so much for letting me know!”
Becky waved and walked back to her car. How she ended up in the middle of that mess was beyond her. Now she’d have to let Maddy know so she could let John know and there was no doubt in her mind what would come of the whole business. She just hoped that the guys worked days while she was in school. The less she saw of Tank, the better.
***
“No way. I don’t need the money and I don’t need anyone’s pity.”
Tank heard Grace sigh in frustration as he shifted his weight on the same couch that they’d sat on as kids. How could the owners not have updated the furniture?
“No one’s pitying you, Tank. They just need help right now, and you’re a big, strong guy with time on your hands.”
“You didn’t suggest it?” He looked up at her accusingly.
“I’m just letting you know about the opportunity.”
Tank grunted. “I thought Maddy’s husband had a crew.”
“During the summer, yes. It’s just John and Frank in the slow season.”
“And what is the project they’re working on?” He shouldn’t be asking. He would regret letting this conversation go any further.
“They’re turning the third floor of Maddy’s B&B into an apartment for the family.”
“Their family? I thought they just got married.”
“John has two kids from his first marriage.”
“Really.”
“Yes, really. So anyway, the attic is huge, I guess, and they’re transforming it into living quarters.”
“Why do they need me?”
His sister sighed again. “They just need manpower. They want to get it done as quickly as possible so that they can get settled in before the next season starts.”
“Which is?”
“Well, next summer, I guess.”
“So they have plenty of time.”
“No, not really. They have other jobs - people still need work done in the off-season - so I guess this has to be on the side. Plus, they will have some guests throughout the winter, so their opportunities to work will be limited.”
“You sound way too invested.” Tank shifted and crossed his leg. He’d already hauled the coffee table into the spare bedroom so he could move around in his tiny living room. “And I don’t know how long I’m going to be around here. I don’t really want to get involved with anyone in town.”
“I’m not asking you to get married, Tank.”
His head shot up and he eyed her warily. “Why would you say something like that?”
She shrugged, acting all nonchalant. “I don’t know; you just seemed freaked out about getting to know anyone. They’re good people Tank. This is a great little town.”
His shoulders relaxed a little. “What kind of commitment are they looking for?”
“I think they’ll take you any time you’re available. My guess is that they’ll be working mostly in the evenings, but I’m not sure.”
He sighed heavily. So much for being left alone. He looked out the window and could see what his neighbor across the street was watching on TV. The truth was, this place was way too small and he was losing his mind. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to get out of the house and be productive. He could help them out for a week or two and see how it went.
“Okay, I’ll look into it, under one condition.”
“I can’t guarantee that you won’t see Becky. She started teaching at the high school, so I suppose she’ll be gone days, but I don’t know what she does with her evenings.”
Tank eyed his sister quizzically. “I don’t care what the innkeeper’s sister does or where she does it.”
He hated that Grace was fighting a smile.
“Oh, sorry. What’s your condition?”
“I need more space th
an I have here. I appreciate that you found this house for me, and I know you like the idea of my living here, but it’s just too small. I can’t move.”
“Oh, well, it’s just a monthly contract, so it won’t be hard to get out of.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” Grace asked. “I just want you to be happy.”
Tank nodded. Why couldn’t more women be like his sister? Alex was a lucky man.
“Do you want me to try to find something else for you?”
“No thanks,” he replied. “I found the place I want. It’s closer to the water. I’ve already spoken to the real estate agent and made arrangements.”
Her face lit up. “Really? Good for you!” She considered him for a moment. “I thought you weren’t going to commit to staying around here.” She crossed her arms and grinned at him.
“I’m not committing to anything. I just need more space.”
“I see. Well, what’s the condition, then?”
He shifted uncomfortably. “I just want you to be okay with it.”
“But you’re already doing it.”
“I’m already doing it.”
She smiled. “Well, I’m okay with it. Should I give John your number or tell him you’ll be in touch?”
“I’ll stop over there tomorrow.”
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Tank eyed the inn warily. He’d decided to walk rather than drive his Jeep. Parking in their driveway meant commitment. Strolling past the house and stopping in was something else.
He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. He was probably crazy for doing this. He didn’t even know these guys or the scope of the project. He’d stop and see what Otis had to say.
He had just started up the steps to Otis’ house, when the screen door slammed next door. If Maddy’s husband was so handy, why didn’t he fix that stupid door? Tank watched as Maddy walked out on the porch with Burt, who recognized him immediately and trotted over to say hello.
“Oh hey, Tank, right? How are you?” Maddy called out.
She was beaming, and all she was doing was letting her dog out. Why was everyone around him so happy? Tank intercepted Burt’s sloppy greeting, and couldn’t help his own small smile. “Hey buddy, how’re you doing?”
“So, I guess you two got to know each other?” Maddy asked with a laugh. “He really likes you.”
“Yeah, we hung out a bit. I miss this guy.” Tank scratched Burt’s ears and the dog leaned heavily into his side.
“I think Otis may have gone downtown, but he’ll probably be back soon. You’re welcome to wait over at our place, if you’d like.”
Tank glanced up. Might as well. “Thanks.”
“My husband would love to meet you,” Maddy said as they walked back to the house. “Mind if I tell him you’re here?”
“That’s fine,” Tank replied.
Maddy opened the door and Tank followed her into the kitchen, looking around at the familiar space. If her husband was responsible for the renovation, he was impressed. He found himself increasingly curious about the project underway on the third floor. “My sister says you’re renovating the attic?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty exciting,” Maddy replied. “They’ve already framed the bedrooms. Want to go up and take a look?”
Tank shrugged. “Sure. Don’t want to get in the way.”
“Oh, no, that won’t be a problem.”
Maddy led the way to the second floor and continued on to the unfamiliar territory of the third. She opened the door into the attic, and the sound of power tools filled the air. They stepped carefully across bright orange cords and made their way to the area that was clearly going to be a small kitchen. Tank looked around, impressed. These guys knew what they were doing.
A man, undoubtedly the husband, looked up from the table saw. He flipped his safety glasses up and walked over to them. Tank was familiar with the assessment he was receiving and figured it would be a good time to make a friendly impression. He extended his hand, but Maddy’s husband beat him to the introduction.
“Hi - John Fordham.” He grinned as he slipped his ear protectors off. “Sorry for yelling.”
Tank shook his hand. “Good to meet you. Tank Kimball. I heard you might be looking for another set of hands.”
Another man walked over with his framing gun. He had the biggest grin Tank had ever seen.
“You’re hired! Frank Davidson.” He gave Tank’s hand a hardy shake. Tank couldn’t help but smile in return.
“Well, you may not want me up here. You don’t know if I can tell the difference between a dry wall screw and a roofing nail.”
John and Frank exchanged a look.
“Busted!” Frank crowed.
Tank felt himself grinning again. He probably should have thought to use a less savvy example. “Is this a good time?”
John clapped him on the back. “It’s perfect.” He walked Tank over to the far side of the room. The minute the tour began, Tank knew he was sold. It would be good to build something again.
***
“He’s here, in the house.” Becky slowed her step like she might not stay, although she didn’t know where else she’d go.
“He’s in the attic with John and Frank. They’ve been up there for over an hour. I don’t think they’re coming down any time soon.”
Becky dropped her bag on the kitchen stool. “I didn’t think he’d do it. Are they getting along okay?”
“As far as I know,” Maddy replied. “John looked so happy - so relieved.” She grabbed her jacket. “I’ve got to pick up the boys from school. Wanna come?”
Becky sighed and rolled her shoulders. “No, I just need to chill. I don’t think I’m up to their energy level right now.”
Maddy smiled. “I get that. I’m still working on being ready for them after school.”
“Getting better sleep at night?” Becky purred innocently.
“Let’s just say my nights are well spent,” Maddy grinned. “I’ll be back in a few,” she continued, “then you can tell me all about day four.”
“Not a whole lot different from day one,” Becky yawned, reaching for the fridge. “But I survived.”
“Okay, well, relax. Be back soon.”
Becky waved her off and took a diet soda into the sun room. The sun shone brightly on the water, but the air outside was cold. She shuddered, not sure she was really up for a Maine winter.
Sitting down on the couch, she crossed her ankles on the coffee table, knowing full well she’d get after anyone else who did it. Closing her eyes, she reminded herself not to relax too much. The last thing she wanted was to run into Tank when he finally tired of playing carpenter with the boys.
***
“Miss Becky, look what I made at school!” Parker giggled. “Look at your head!”
Becky pulled herself from the cavern of pillows she’d sunk into, apparently having napped after all. She righted herself and pushed her hair out of her face.
“Guess I lost a battle with this comfy couch,” she said, shaking herself awake.
“Look at my picture.” Parker stuck a drawing of a horse in front of her face. “My teacher says I’m going to be an artist, just like you are!”
Becky tried to focus on the picture. How long had she been asleep? It couldn’t have been long if Maddy had just returned with the kids. She felt like she’d been out for hours.
Teaching was taking a bigger toll than she’d expected.
She considered the horse that Parker had drawn. “This is really good, Parker. I like how you showed motion with his legs here.”
“Yeah. He’s running.” Parker looked up over her shoulder. “Dad’s coming!” He jumped up and ran toward the kitchen.
Becky groaned; just her luck. Why didn’t she go to her room when she had the chance? She didn’t even have her bag close by so she could pull out some books and pretend to be busy. She jumped up from the couch; there was one other way to escape.
***
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�So, what do you think?” Maddy asked as the men filed into the kitchen.
Tank noted that John immediately walked over to his wife and slipped his arm around her. She looked up at him with a smile that would stop any man’s heart. Tank wasn’t sure she even remembered asking a question, but he answered it anyway.
“It’s impressive. They’re doing great work.”
“You should see this guy with a sabre saw,” Frank joined in with enthusiasm. “We were hoping for someone to do the heavy lifting, but he knows all about carpentry. We hit the jackpot.”
Tank shook his head. It had been a long time since anyone praised his carpentry - a long time since anyone knew he had any of those skills. “Just following your lead.”
“Can you stay for dinner?” Maddy asked, then added, “Why is Becky outside without a coat on? It’s so cold!”
“She said Burt needed to go out,” a young voice supplied.
Tank turned to see the boys his sister had mentioned approaching uncertainly from the sun room. He squatted so that he was closer to their level. Kids, he could handle. “Hey there. I’m Tank,” he said, extending his hand.
The older boy, with blond curly hair and green eyes, shook it. “Hi, I’m Blake. This is Parker.”
Parker, brown-eyed with brown hair, grinned as he came along side his brother. “You’re so big!” He giggled. “Dad, look at his arms!”
John walked up and laid his hand on Parker’s shoulder. “How about you just say ‘hello’ to our guest?”
Parker giggled again and put his hand out to Tank. “I’m Parker.”
“Nice to meet you, Parker,” Tank replied with a grin. He straightened up and Parker’s eyes went wide, following the ascent.
“Can you eat supper with us?” he asked.
“No, buddy, I’m sorry.” He turned to Maddy. “Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll head home and clean up.”
“Hope you’ll stay another time,” Maddy replied distractedly, still apparently puzzling over why her sister was outside freezing with the dog.
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