Wish Upon a Matchmaker. Marie Ferrarella
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line of work was seeing a definite downturn. Remodeling was a luxury people felt they could put off until later without any major consequences. Virginia was confident that her brother wouldn’t turn down work.
She just had to sell him on how this had all come about.
“Okay, from the top,” Virginia said, echoing his words, then started with her narrative. “I took Ginny out for some ice cream.”
Stone looked a wee bit exasperated. “Just what she needs, more sugar.” He loved his daughter more than life itself, but there were times when getting her to behave was a challenge—one that wore him out. Stone slanted a glance toward his only child. Ginny had been in constant motion since she and Virginia had walked in. “Is that why she’s bouncing five inches off the ground?” he asked.
“You’re interrupting,” Virginia accused, frowning at him.
He suppressed a sigh and waved his sister on. “Sorry, continue.”
“Anyway, we went to that old-fashioned ice cream parlor at the Brubaker Mall, and I got her an ice cream cone. They had so many wonderful flavors to choose from, I couldn’t resist so I decided that I’d get one, too—it’s been a while since I just indulged in a treat,” she explained by way of a sidebar.
“The point, Virginia, Get to the point,” Stone directed. Ever since they were children, the shortest distance between two points for Virginia had never once been a straight line; it always wound up being an elaborate journey—a very pronounced squiggly line if he didn’t adamantly put his foot down about it.
“Okay. While I was getting myself a cone, Ginny decided to go exploring—” Catching her lower lip between her teeth, Virginia slanted a side glance in her brother’s direction. She was waiting to get the inevitable explosion out of the way.
Stone was looking sharply at his daughter. “Ginny, you know better than to go running off like that.”
Rather than protest, Ginny surprised him by looking down contritely at her shoes and murmuring, “Yes, Daddy.”
It wasn’t that his only child was willful. She was just extremely exuberant and given to incredibly energetic enthusiasm. This apparent remorse, however, was a whole different side of her he’d never seen before.
Had something put the fear of consequences into his little girl?
Concerned, Stone glanced back at his sister for a further explanation.
Virginia instantly obliged. “I caught up with Ginny just next door. She’d wandered into a real estate office,” she told him.
Stone could only stare at his sister. Ginny in a toy store he could understand, but what could have possibly attracted his precocious child to walk into a real estate office?
“Why?” he asked, looking from Ginny to his sister and then back again, waiting for one of them to give him a satisfactory answer.
Virginia was at a loss as to how to explain this part and was about to say she had no idea why Ginny did half the things she did when Ginny suddenly said, “I heard you say that you didn’t know if you could find enough work to pay the bills, so I asked the lady if any of the houses in the pictures needed fixing—’cause you could do it.”
Virginia was as stunned as her brother with her niece’s creative explanation. It took her a beat to pick up the lifeline that had just been thrown her way.
“As it turned out, she did,” Virginia confirmed belatedly. “Your daughter charmed her,” Virginia said, putting her arm around Ginny’s small shoulders, “and instead of just ushering us out, the woman said that as a matter of fact, she was currently looking for a good general contractor for her reference file. Naturally, Ginny and I told her you were the best, so she gave me her card and said that you should call her when you had the time.”
It sounded like a fairy tale, but in there somewhere Stone assumed was the truth, otherwise, why had the woman given his sister her card? And, since he suddenly found himself unexpectedly free, what did he have to lose by calling?
“Well,” Stone said slowly, looking the card over again, “I could always use another contact but …” He glanced at his daughter, concerned and reading his own interpretation into what she’d just said. “Honey, we’re going to be just fine,” he assured her. “I don’t want you worrying about things like bills for a long time to come. I’ll take care of us,” he promised.
“Yes, Daddy.” Ginny smiled at him. It was the same smile he’d seen on her mother’s face, Stone thought with a pang. A smile he missed seeing. “I just wanted to help,” she told him.
“You do, honey, just by being you, you do,” Stone assured her. He regarded the card again. No time like the present, he decided. “Okay, let’s see what this Maizie Sommers has to say.”
Ginny crossed her index finger and middle finger on both hands and held them up for him to see as he took out his cell phone.
We’ve got a great little girl, Eva. God but I wish you were here to see her, Stone couldn’t help thinking as he called the number on the card.
He had no way of knowing that his daughter wasn’t crossing her fingers because she was hoping he’d wind up with a job. Ginny was hoping that the “nice lady at the agency” would do for her father what she’d already done for Greg’s father and that was to find her father someone who would be her new mommy.
Stone returned his daughter’s hopeful smile as he heard the phone ringing on the other end.
It rang a total of two times and then he could hear the other end pick up. A sunny voice was saying, “This is Maizie Sommers, how can I help you?”
Stone turned away from his daughter and his sister, focusing his attention on the person on the other end of the call.
“Ms. Sommers, this is Stone Scarborough—” He got no further than that.
“Ah, yes,” Maizie said warmly, “the general contractor. I’ve been waiting for your call.”
Her admission caught him off guard. “You have?” Was business on her end bad, too? And if so, then what sort of work could she possibly have for him? Still, he’d called so he might as well see where this actually wound up leading.
“Absolutely,” she replied. “Are you by any chance available tonight?”
“Tonight?” he echoed, wondering if he’d just made a big mistake.
Something didn’t seem right. Maybe this woman wasn’t looking for a general contractor but for something else entirely. Granted this Maizie Sommers didn’t sound as eager and excited as Virginia had when she’d told him about this, but the woman was incredibly cheerful. Too cheerful to be talking strictly about work.
Several possibilities ran through his head, but he tamped them down until he had more to go on. No point in thinking the worst—yet.
“Yes. Or if that’s too short a notice for you, then perhaps tomorrow evening might be better for you.”
She kept specifying evenings, which made it sound way too much like making arrangements for a date. “Why not in the daytime?” he asked suspiciously.
The woman took the question in stride, making it sound as if she was already prepared for it. Maybe he was being too suspicious, Stone told himself.
“I’m afraid the woman I’m giving your name to isn’t available during the daytime,” Maizie told him. “At least, not until the weekend. She’s busy taping her program during the day,” Maizie explained.
“Her program?” Stone repeated, confused.
This was a lot like talking to Virginia, he thought, wondering if vague obscurity was a gender thing or if he was just slow, the way Virginia had accused him of being. Either way, he was in need of either a further explanation—or subtitles.
“Yes, she has