Protected Hearts. Bonnie K. Winn
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a general contractor I feel good about recommending.”
“Then you’re going to need some references.”
“I’d like to see some of your work.”
Seth nodded. “That’s reasonable. Fact is I haven’t done much contracting in several years.”
“You’re just getting back into it?”
“Getting back to my roots, so to speak. Remodeling paid my way through school.”
“What did you study?”
“Architecture. Which is what I’ve been doing since I graduated.” Seth braced himself, expecting Michael to grill him.
“That’s a great asset for a contractor. Do you have some older jobs I can check out?”
Seth had prepared a list, which he handed to Michael. “The majority are in Dallas. But you’ll find phone numbers there for contacts with several major construction firms.”
“I have to say this is very impressive.” Michael lowered the paper and Seth could see the question in his eyes. Why was Seth going backward on his career path? “Perhaps I should be recruiting you to head one of my crews.”
“I’d rather work on my own.”
Michael met his gaze, his own measuring. “I can respect that. It was hard for me to learn to delegate—especially since I started this business by myself with only a tool belt.”
Seth glanced around the luxurious office. “You’ve done well.”
“I’ve been blessed,” Michael replied simply. “I moved to Rosewood myself not that many years ago. I found the people to be welcoming, genuine. I hope you feel that way.”
“I haven’t been here all that long,” Seth hedged.
“Took me a while, too.” Michael glanced down at the paper. “I’ll make a few calls and get back to you. When would you be ready to take referrals?”
“Any time.”
“You’re all settled in then?”
Seth thought of his near-empty house. “I’m getting there.”
“Good. It doesn’t take much to figure out things in Rosewood, but if you need a hand, call.”
“You haven’t checked my references yet.”
“That’s business. But when you’re new in town sometimes you need a neighbor more than work.”
Seth blinked. “That’s a far cry from how things are done in Dallas.”
Michael chuckled. “I guess so. Before Rosewood I lived in a different town, but it was just as small. So I guess it’s second nature. Welcome.” He extended his hand.
Accepting the handshake, Seth sensed Michael’s sincerity. He was glad to have met this man. If he still believed in signs of good fortune, he would have thought this was one.
A week later, Emma still hadn’t made a solitary neighborly gesture toward Seth McAllister. And that wasn’t like her.
She hadn’t made a decision about enlarging the shop, either. And the situation was past dire. Try It On had just been commissioned to make new choir robes.
Emma was delighted at the chance to update and redesign the robes—the Community Church had a wonderful choir. She was already sketching out ideas in her head. Which was a good thing since her draft board was now buried under the last delivery. She’d considered taking the drafting table home, but that would only complicate matters. The fabric and tools she needed were here at the shop.
Luckily, Cindy had again volunteered to help, this time to organize the overflow. She held up a bolt of fuzzy pink fabric. “Where do you want me to put this?”
The space where the fake fur had been was now filled with another bolt of material. “I swear they multiply at night after I leave.” Emma rubbed her forehead. “For now, on the cutting table.”
“That’s already stacked a mile high.”
Emma sighed. “When did everything get so out of control?”
“It’s not so much out of control—it’s that you’re out of room. Face it, Emma, push has come to shove. Why don’t you call Michael? He’ll give you a fair bid and he won’t run over budget with a bunch of unexpected costs.”
Michael was a friend from church and Emma knew Cindy was right about him. He would be more than fair. “I wish I were more flexible, open to change—it would make this easier.”
“We are who we are,” Cindy replied.
“How did you become so wise?”
“I had plenty of practice doing dumb things. I guess after a while some of it had to sink in.”
Emma finally smiled. Cindy was kind, generous, full of life and fun. But definitely not dumb. “Uh-huh.”
“So, are you going to call Michael?”
“Yes.” Emma took a deep breath. “You’re right, it’s past time. And I trust him completely. How could I go wrong?”
Emma was still coming up with disaster scenarios as she pulled into her driveway that evening. Having taken her courage in hand, she’d called Michael. And he’d recommended one person. Seth McAllister. Her mysterious next-door neighbor. The one she’d deliberately been unneighborly toward.
Surreptitiously, she studied his house as she collected her bag. Why in the world had she convinced herself that the man was a danger? Michael had nothing but high praise for Seth. And Emma had jumped to conclusions. It wasn’t a move worthy of her belief system.
As she walked inside, Emma greeted her dogs absently. When they ran outside, she paused, looking at Seth’s house. She thought of how lonely she’d been when she moved to Rosewood and instantly felt guilty. Well, it wasn’t too late.
She could cook a pretty decent lasagna. And luckily, she had everything she needed. The previous evening she’d made a big vat of spaghetti sauce. Once the wavy lasagna noodles were cooked, it didn’t take long to layer the casserole and then pop it in the oven.
As it baked, she took some time to freshen her makeup and change from her work clothes into a sleeveless yellow cotton shirt, cropped pants and sandals. She added a splash of cologne for courage, then traded her discreet pearl studs for cloisonné earrings that dangled just enough to frame her face. Satisfied, and refusing to primp one more second, she checked on the lasagna. It was ready. Taking a deep breath, she convinced herself that she was, too.
“Okay, boys,” she addressed the dogs. “I’ll be right back.”
Cocking their black and white heads in identical positions, they watched her leave.
“Welcome, neighbor,” she muttered to herself as she approached his house. “No, that sounds like I’m from Mayberry. Welcome to the neighborhood. That’s better. Welcome to the neighborhood.”
“Thanks.”
Emma jerked her gaze from the benign sidewalk to the not-so-benign expression on Seth’s face. “Um, hello.”
“Hello.”
She stared back at him.
He smiled. “Don’t tell me you’re at a loss for words.”
She blushed with remembered embarrassment. Great. All she could do apparently was babble or stare. “No. Not at all. I’ve come to say welcome.”
His eyebrows lifted so slightly she wondered if she imagined it.
“Again, thank you.”
Emma waved the tips of her oven mitts. “This just came out of the oven. I hope you like lasagna.”
“Yeah.