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Her Handyman Hero
Lorraine Beatty
Building a DreamReid Blackthorn arrives in Dover on a personal mission—to make sure his terminally ill brother gets a chance to meet his daughter. Deceiving little Lily’s guardian isn’t his intention. Yet once Tori Montgomery mistakes Reid for her new handyman, he knows it’s the only way to be close to his niece. Tori is honoring her friend’s last wish by keeping Lily away from her father’s family. And once she learns who Reid truly is, she realizes there’s too much at stake—including custody of Lily—for her to fall for the former DEA agent. But in keeping a promise, is she losing out on her chance for a happily-ever-after?


Building a Dream
Reid Blackthorn arrives in Dover on a personal mission—to make sure his terminally ill brother gets a chance to meet his daughter. Deceiving little Lily’s guardian isn’t his intention. Yet once Tori Montgomery mistakes Reid for her new handyman, he knows it’s the only way to be close to his niece. Tori is honoring her friend’s last wish by keeping Lily away from her father’s family. And once she learns who Reid truly is, she realizes there’s too much at stake—including custody of Lily—for her to fall for the former DEA agent. But in keeping a promise, is she losing out on her chance for a happily-ever-after?
“Looks like our little girl has had enough for today.”
Our little girl. Was that how he thought of them—as a family?
“She’s so beautiful when she’s asleep.”
“And quiet.”
Tori nodded. “She does like to talk.” Softly they made their way back downstairs.
He gazed her way and smiled. Her breath caught. His smile stole the starch from her knees. It was wide and warm and utterly charming. There was a small crease on one side of his mouth that was completely adorable. She couldn’t look away.
“Is everything all right?”
She nodded. “You should do that more often.”
“What?”
“Smile.”
He drew his finger across his chin as if embarrassed. “I haven’t had much to smile about in the last few years.”
“Well, it’s quite a sight.”
“You think so?”
“I do.”
“Then, I’ll try to find more reasons to display it.”
Tori looked into his eyes and saw a warmth and lightness she’d never seen before.
LORRAINE BEATTY was raised in Columbus, Ohio, but now calls Mississippi home. She and her husband, Joe, have two sons and five grandchildren. Lorraine started writing in junior high and is a member of RWA and ACFW, and is a charter member and past president of Magnolia State Romance Writers. In her spare time she likes to work in her garden, travel and spend time with her family.
HER HANDYMAN
HERO
Lorraine Beatty


www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
But thou, O Lord, art a God full of compassion,
and gracious, long suffering,
and plenteous in mercy and truth.
—Psalms 86:15
To my husband, Joe, for being my real-life hero.
Your help and support mean more
than you’ll ever know. I love you.
Contents
Cover (#uac48da64-be3f-597d-b06b-11888c9d67d6)
Back Cover Text (#uc431c172-5baa-58f0-bd98-0f63b9aed0c4)
Introduction (#u2ded8639-6e3a-5d18-b8e8-78f29e3b031a)
About the Author (#u167cea1c-8347-5d68-aa14-363c069d869c)
Title Page (#u82355a27-dc28-5ef3-a03c-8cb0a90ffcba)
Bible Verse (#u97066da0-5eeb-5cfa-a0f7-7f50e9814b65)
Dedication (#u22a83579-99ea-5972-afb6-4a0086feebda)
Chapter One (#u254830c0-6581-5dd9-bf7c-1b6b3fc85b01)
Chapter Two (#ud30983b4-b03e-5492-8350-b59c9b11ffc2)
Chapter Three (#uaf1ba6f4-7f0a-544d-9b27-ef1d63176549)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Dear Reader (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#u5b991f4d-9ec9-519e-ad2b-460ecb5e084c)
The house looked like a riverboat that had been dropped into the middle of a lush green yard.
Reid Blackthorn frowned, puzzling over what he was seeing. The old white Victorian was ringed on two levels with wraparound porches dripping with gingerbread and ornately turned posts and spindles. The stately tower perched on top of the roof resembled a steamboat wheelhouse. All it lacked was a large red paddle wheel to complete the picture. It wasn’t what he had expected to find when he came looking for the woman who had taken his niece.
He rubbed his forehead and inhaled a calming breath. Legally, Victoria Montgomery was his niece’s guardian, but he was prepared to change that if possible. His last disastrous undercover assignment for the DEA had made him realize he wanted more than chasing drug dealers. He was empty and burned-out. All he wanted now was a quiet, peaceful existence. His first move had been tracking down his younger brother in hopes of making amends for not honoring their mother’s dying wish. Reid had promised to take care of Eddie, but instead Reid had followed his need for justice and never looked back.
He’d found Eddie in a hospital dying from years of drug abuse and alcoholism, and his only wish was to see his little daughter. Reid went in search of the mother and child only to find out Judy Stevens had died several months ago and given guardianship to a friend. The Montgomery woman. What had alarmed Reid was the neighbors’ comments. According to Mrs. Fisher, the guardian was flighty, irresponsible and incapable of taking care of a five-year-old child.
Reid was the child’s only blood relative, and nothing would prevent him from making sure his niece met her father before he died. He glanced at the absurdly ornate home again, then at the small sign positioned to the right of the sidewalk. Camellia Tea Room—Closed. Whoever this flaky woman was, he would set her straight. His niece wasn’t going to be raised by some herbal-tea-drinking, small-town loon.
A car whizzed by on the tree-lined street, breaking his concentration. Time to act. He strode along the narrow walkway and up the wide wooden steps leading to the expansive porch. The old planks complained at his weight. The early-October air was thick with the smell of fresh paint. He raised his hand to push the doorbell, but a flush of anxiety caused him to pause. Maybe this situation required a little more backup than his own determination. He was new at this praying business and had no idea what to say to the man upstairs. He closed his eyes and simply asked for help before pressing the doorbell.
“Help!”
The shout came from inside the old house. His instincts kicked in. He grasped the doorknob and pushed. “Is everything okay in there?”
“No. I need help. I’m in the sunroom at the back.”
Reid pushed through into the foyer, his gaze focused on the end of a wide hallway. He moved quickly past the graceful staircase, his boots thudding heavily on the wide-planked wood floors.
“Back here.”
The feminine voice drew him to a room off to the right. He stopped and looked in, his brows lifting slightly as he took in the situation. The lovely wide-eyed woman had painted herself into a corner. Literally. She’d failed to plan ahead and now found herself trapped in a corner, unable to escape without ruining the fresh paint.
The woman brushed a loose strand of fawn-colored hair from her face. “You sure got here in a hurry. Floyd said he’d send you over, but I was afraid I’d be here until the floor dried. You’re Reid, right?”
He hesitated before nodding. How did she know his name? No one knew him in this small Mississippi town.
“Can you get me out of here? I have to pick up my little girl from school soon.”
He nodded again. “But how?”
“I don’t know, but I have to get out of here and pick up Lily.”
The concern in her voice and the urgency in her deep blue eyes overshadowed his questions. He looked about, but didn’t see anything that might extricate her from her predicament. “Do you have any lumber around?”
She squinted at him and screwed her mouth to one corner in a way that made him want to smile. “What?”
He hastened to explain. “A piece of wood, a plank.”
“Maybe out by the garage.”
A quick trip out the back door revealed a small stack of lumber piled near the driveway. He hoisted a two-by-six and carried it back inside. Pulling up a kitchen chair, he then aimed the plank at the woman. She held up her hands.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you out. Take the end of the board and place it at your feet.”
She gave him a skeptical frown, then did as he instructed. When the board rested on the small patch of unpainted floor, Reid pulled the chair into place and rested the plank on the seat, creating a sloping bridge. After checking to make sure the board was secure, he moved to the edge of the door and grasped the frame, extending his hand toward the woman. “Walk slowly up the board. I’ll help you.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. It’s too narrow. I’ll fall off and ruin the paint.”
“You’ll be fine. Go slowly and keep your balance. It’s only a few feet, then you can take my hand.” For a moment he thought she would refuse, but a glance at the clock spurred her on. She definitely seemed determined not to be late picking up her child.
She placed a tentative step on the wood, then another. Her confidence grew as she moved. He stretched out his hand as far as he could. When she grasped his fingers he shifted his weight, holding firmly until she was near the end, then he slipped his hands around her waist and lifted her off the board. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She was small and soft and warm in his arms, and she smelled of paint and oranges.
He looked into her eyes, the cobalt color capturing his full attention. He’d never seen that color before. Their gazes locked. The blue eyes bored into him, burning through his barriers as if she could look directly into his soul and see his deepest secrets. Fear jolted through his body. He set her down and stepped back, swallowing against the sudden tightness in his throat.
When he dared a look at her again, her eyes were wide with surprise. Had she felt the odd connection, too? He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.
“Thank you. You’re a real-life rescue hero. I can’t believe you got here so fast. I only called Floyd a few minutes before you showed up.”
“Well, I was actually—”
“I’m Tori Montgomery, by the way. I’ve got to rush off, but Floyd said you were looking for a job so I’m hoping you’ll be my new handyman. I’m afraid I’ve been driving poor Floyd crazy with all my small repairs. He’s completed the remodel I hired him to do, but there seem to be all kinds of little issues with an old house like this. I think I’ve worn out my welcome by calling him all the time. He suggested I hire a part-time handyman who can be available on short notice. He has too many big projects—paying projects—to keep running over here to fix my old house. I think it was his way of getting me off his back. Of course, I can’t afford to pay much. This old house has cost me more than I ever imagined. The opening is several weeks away, but there’s a long list of repairs that need to be done before then.”
Reid tried to sort through the flood of information she’d given him. She thought her contractor had sent him to be her handyman. The idea took root before he realized it. If he wanted to get the true picture of Tori Montgomery, see if she was the flake he’d been told she was, which right now seemed likely, he’d learn far more from being undercover than telling her outright who he was and what he wanted. He could also get to know his niece. What harm could it do to go along with the error? He was handy, he could help around the old house and maybe find some ammunition to help him secure custody of his brother’s child if necessary.
“What would you like me to do first?”
She picked up her keys and faced him. “Oh, great. So you’ll help me out?”
The hope in her eyes sent a twinge of remorse along his nerves. He was used to undercover positions, but this wasn’t a gang of thugs he was trying to infiltrate. This was a lovely young woman he was deceiving. “Sure.”
She smiled and the cobalt eyes took on a new life, full of sparkle and joy. “Then you can start by replacing the old cabinet door pulls and handles with the new ones. They’re on the counter. I’ll be back soon.”
She started past him, then stopped and looked into his eyes. The connection jolted him again. Odd.
“Thanks for the rescue. There are drinks in the fridge if you want one.”
Reid watched her walk away. The paint-stained cutoff jeans and the oversize shirt did nothing to detract from her feminine figure. The short ponytail bobbed as she moved like a friendly wave. Tori Montgomery wasn’t quite what he’d expected. But she was still a big question mark in the suitable-guardian category.
* * *
Tori Montgomery slid behind the wheel of her small sedan and inserted the key. It was a good thing Reid had shown up when he did, or she’d have been stuck in that corner for hours watching paint dry. How humiliating. She could have called her friend Shelley and had her bring Lily home, but she liked picking up her little girl from school. It was one of the happiest parts of her day, seeing the big smile on the sweet face as she climbed into the car. Besides, she was determined to be the perfect mother, and a mother should pick up her child from school, not expect a friend to fill in for her.
Her gaze drifted to the sunroom extending out from the back of the historic home. Reid wasn’t anything like she’d expected. Floyd had referred to him as a young man. But this guy looked to be midthirties. Then again, Floyd was in his sixties, so he’d likely consider anyone under forty young.
There was something unsettling about her new handyman. He’d plucked her from the board as if she weighed nothing, making her aware of the strength in his arms and the broad, sturdy shoulders. He’d smelled so good she’d wanted to nuzzle closer to his neck and inhale the musky scent. He didn’t smell like any of the other workers who had filled her house these last few months. Instead of the laid-back, jovial attitude she’d come to expect, Reid was controlled, distant and observant.
He didn’t look like them, either. His six-foot frame was sturdy and strong, and perfectly proportioned, like a model from an outdoor catalog. His black-coffee-colored hair had a mind of its own, waving over his ears and falling across his forehead.
But it wasn’t his physical appeal that had rattled her. She’d looked into his eyes and been drawn in, looking beyond the rich brown color with the thick lashes to the darkness beyond. He was a man with secrets and deep pain, but he was also searching. She’d felt a quiver of connection in that moment he’d held her. An odd recognition. Something in common. But before she could explore it, he’d set her down and stepped away. The dark eyes shielded anything he was feeling, leaving her with a need to know what he was hiding. He’d assumed an air of control and command that sent a twinge of concern along her nerves.
Now she was being ridiculous.
Jerking her thoughts back into focus, she started the engine and pulled out of the drive. What did it matter how the man looked or if he had secrets? She needed a handyman to stay on top of all the glitches that popped up in her 150-year-old home, and as long as he could do that she was satisfied.
Surprisingly, Tori arrived at the school in record time. Her thoughts had been distracted by the handyman. Inside she took the left hallway to the kindergarten rooms. Her friend Shelley was also Lily’s teacher. She was hoping to find a few moments after class to talk to her before she headed home. Shelley’s little girl, Emily, was Lily’s best friend, and having them live next door had proved a real blessing. The girls spent hours together. It was really very sweet to watch them. Having a new friend close by had made Lily’s adjustment to moving to Dover easier. Tori thanked the Lord daily for all he’d provided in her new role as guardian and mother.
It was a role she’d accepted at the request of her dying friend, but one she feared she was totally inadequate to handle. She’d never pictured herself as a mother. Never pictured herself as much at all. As the baby girl of the five Montgomery siblings, she’d been spoiled and pampered, but she’d never found her calling. Nothing seemed to hold her attention for long. She’d attempt a new job or a new skill and master it quickly. Then the boredom would set in and she’d go in search of something new to stimulate her mind. Three degrees, six jobs, dozens of crafts and three broken engagements later, she wasn’t any closer to finding her place in the world.
That wasn’t exactly true. Being Lily’s mom had given her more satisfaction, more joy and delight than she’d ever known. It had also filled her with a fear of failure that kept her up nights. What if she made a mistake? What if she wasn’t as good a mother as Lily’s mom would have been?
Tori stopped at the last door on the right. Her daughter’s room.
Daughter. It was still odd to think of the child that way. Peeking in, she saw Lily and Emily at the craft table in the back, putting away the crayons. Shelley spotted her and came forward.
“Hey. How’s it going with the old house?” She glanced at the paint stains on Tori’s faded cutoffs. “Been wielding a paintbrush, huh?”
Tori chuckled. “Yes, and I made a mess of it. Would you believe I actually painted myself into a corner? I was afraid I’d be late picking Lily up.”
Shelley slid a stack of books into the shelves behind her. “I could have brought her home with me.”
“I know, but it’s my job. I shouldn’t pass it off on someone else.”
“Now you know that’s not how it would be. You’re just trying to make a perfect life for Lily, but that’s not possible. No one has that. Stop worrying and enjoy your little girl.”
“She’s not mine. She’s Judy’s little girl.” For the last year and a half, Tori had been living in California with her friend, providing care and support as she battled cancer. With no family, Judy had asked Tori to be Lily’s guardian and raise her the way she would have if she’d lived.
“Wrong. You’re her mother now.” Shelley grinned. “So how did you get out of the corner?”
“Oh. I was rescued by my handyman.”
“You have a handyman now?”
“I hope so. Floyd fired me.” She hastened to explain. “There’s always something around the place that needs to be fixed or repaired, and I’ve been calling Floyd to send someone over. But he can’t keep pulling guys off other jobs, and he’s going to start charging me for each call, so he suggested a guy who could work part-time and be on call for all my repairs.”
“Can you afford it?”
“No, but I don’t have a choice. If I’m going to have the bed-and-breakfast open for Thanksgiving week, I have to get all these repairs taken care of. Having someone on call would be a huge help. I already have four guests lined up. Everything has to be ready.”
A little body pushed past Shelley and lunged at Tori.
“Aunt Tori.”
A rush of softness coursed through Tori’s body as she bent down to hug her little girl. “Did you have a fun day?”
The dark curls shimmered as she nodded enthusiastically. “We made paper flowers. But we can’t show you yet. It’s for a surprise.”
“That sounds like fun. I can’t wait.”
Lily looked up at her teacher. “Can Emily come to our house and play when we get home?”
Shelley touched Lily’s head lightly. “Sorry, kiddo. Emily has a dentist appointment today, but she can come over for a while later.”
Lily pouted. “But I’ll miss her.”
Tori hugged the girl. “You got a new book in the mail today. You can read it until Emily gets home.”
“Yay! A book.”
“We’d better go. I want to see how the handyman did, and maybe I can get him to take a look at the pocket door that’s jammed.”
“So about this handyman,” Shelley prompted. “Old, young?”
“Oh, he’s thirtyish, tall, dark, serious. I’ll let you know more if he works out.”
“Are you working on the flood committee this weekend?”
Tori nodded. “You?” Torrential rains last week had caused the Pearl River to overflow its banks, leaving serious damage to the west side of town. It had flooded several homes in an upscale neighborhood with four feet of water, but it was the homes farther downriver that had borne the brunt of destruction. The residents there had no insurance, no means of repairing or replacing their homes. Peace Community Church, along with other organizations in town, had formed committees to help pull out damaged walls and floors and rebuild the homes. Sadly, there were enough homes in need on that side of town to keep everyone busy for many weeks. Some had turned their attention to collecting furniture, clothing and household goods for them, as well.
“I did, but I’m not sure how much help I’ll be. I’ve never cleaned out a flooded home before.”
“Me neither, but my brother Linc said be sure and wear a mask because the stench is awful.”
Shelley grimaced. “I suppose it is nasty work. But I can help.”
“Are you sure?” Tori smiled as an image of the fastidious Shelley covered in grime formed in her mind. “I can’t wait to see that—Miss Spotless guts a house. I hope you have an appropriate outfit.”
Her friend feigned insult. “I’ve got game. You wait and see.”
Tori chuckled. “I’m going to take pictures. I know several people who won’t believe it without proof.”
They said goodbye and Tori took Lily’s hand as they left the building, her thoughts still with the victims of the flood. She counted her blessings each time she thought about the people who had been forced from their homes. It put her problems into perspective. She faced a multitude of obstacles in getting her new B and B up and running, but it was nothing compared to losing everything.
On the ride home Lily regaled Tori with stories from school, funny things she and Emily had done, and speculated on the book waiting for her at home.
Tori was relieved to see that Reid’s dark blue truck was still parked at the curb when she pulled into the drive. The thought did cross her mind that she’d left a stranger in her house without a second thought. Then again, Floyd had sent him, so he must be trustworthy and qualified.
Lily scurried ahead through the gate in the picket fence into the backyard. “Where’s my book?”
Tori stopped on the walk when she saw the handyman sitting on the porch steps. He looked relaxed and at home. She started to smile, but his gaze latched onto hers and she caught her breath. He was studying her, sizing her up. She could sense his probing intellect reading her.
She sucked in a breath and shook off the sensation. She was being silly. The man had a commanding presence to go along with his chiseled features. His jaw had been cut with a straight edge, his nose even and strong over a generous mouth. The air of intensity and mystery about him was both intriguing and unsettling.
She stopped at the steps. Lily was already there staring. “Lily, this is Mr. Reid. He’s going to be helping around here for a while.”
“Are you going to fix things? ’Cause we have lots of things that are broken.”
Reid glanced at Tori, and the look in his eyes startled her. His mouth softened; his dark probing eyes warmed as he looked at her little girl. “Then I’ll do my best to fix them all.”
Lily flashed her brightest smile. “Good, ’cause we have bee bees to get ready for.”
Tori smiled and rested her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “She means bed-and-breakfast guests. B and B. I want to have the house ready by the middle of next month. Will you be available during that time?”
He looked at Lily. “I think I can work it out.”
“Aunt Tori, where’s my new book?”
“On the kitchen table.”
The girl bounded up the stairs and hurried inside.
Reid met her gaze with raised brows. “Aunt Tori?”
His tone and gaze suggested there was more behind his question than mere curiosity.
“Lily is my ward. I became her guardian when her mother died. Aunt Tori just sort of happened.” She faced her handyman and sensed his probing gaze again. He was gauging, trying to figure her out and making a mental list of her good and bad points. She looked away, flushed and uncomfortable. When she glanced back, the probing look was gone and his gaze was unreadable.
Or was she merely being overly sensitive? It was happening more and more since she’d brought Lily back to her hometown. She questioned her decisions, second-guessed every move and read something negative in others’ comments and expressions too often.
He stood. “I finished attaching the hardware. Is there anything else?”
She had a long list, but for some reason she wasn’t ready to hand him another project. She took her phone from her purse. “If you’ll give me your number I’ll call you when I need you.”
He took the phone from her hand and their fingers brushed, drawing their gazes together. Had he done that on purpose? He punched in his number. “Call anytime.”
“We haven’t discussed your pay.”
“There’ll be time for that later.”
“Where are you staying?”
“The Dixiana Motor Lodge. Not far.”
Reid nodded and stepped past her, leaving a waft of his tantalizing aftershave in the air. She watched him as he walked away, his slow, easy gait in keeping with his controlled demeanor and his economy of words. She’d never met anyone who stirred so many questions. Nor someone who had caused her nervous system to quake so unexpectedly. A sudden shiver chased up her spine. Had she done the right thing in hiring him?
In the kitchen of the main house, Tori saw the gleaming new cabinet hardware Reid had installed. He’d even placed the old handles in a small box. At least he was considerate.
Picking up the box, she started toward the table where she’d been collecting items to take to the attic later. She glanced at the sunroom and blinked. The unfinished patch in the corner was painted. The evidence of her faux pas was gone. Had the handyman done that? How had he managed? More important, how thoughtful of him to have finished it. She’d have to thank him. His credentials shifted her opinion up a notch. He’d completed the task she’d requested neatly and had even gone the extra mile on the floor. Maybe she’d found the right man after all. She needed someone she could depend on if the house was going to open on time.
Floyd had come through again. He’d sent her a skilled worker to take on all the minor repairs. It was an added bonus that he was easy on the eyes. Which didn’t matter a wit. Handsome men were a dime a dozen. All she was interested in were his skills.
Despite that, she still wondered about the odd sense of connection that had passed through them earlier. Her imagination. That’s all it was. She’d merely been reacting to being rescued like a damsel in distress.
She was no damsel, and she didn’t need to be rescued. But she did need a man who could fix things.
Chapter Two (#u5b991f4d-9ec9-519e-ad2b-460ecb5e084c)
Reid strode along the tastefully decorated hallway of the Hamilton Haven Nursing Facility in Hammond, Louisiana. It reflected the high level of care they provided and reassured him he’d selected the perfect place for his brother, and it was located only an hour from Dover, which made visiting easy.
Stopping at room 107, he tapped on the door before stepping into his brother’s room. The early-morning sunlight streamed through the window, and the scent of fresh linens brought into contrast the difference in Eddie’s living conditions since they’d reunited. Reid had tracked him to a small charity hospital in Baton Rouge. He was receiving adequate care for his conditions, but the room was dark and depressing and did little to ease his brother’s pain. Eddie had tried to talk him out of spending the money, but Reid insisted. He’d failed his brother in so many ways. The least he could do was make his final days as comfortable as possible. But nothing could make up for his neglect over the years. If he’d been a better, more understanding brother, Eddie might not be dying.
As Reid came in, Eddie greeted him with a feeble smile and raised his hand in greeting. Reid grasped it gently in his. “How’s it going, little brother?”
“Good. I have everything I need.” He shifted a little on the bed. “I didn’t expect to see you so soon. Everything all right?”
Reid had been heartsick when he’d found his brother suffering so. The doctors had told him Eddie had two, maybe three, months before his body gave out. That was six weeks ago, and time was running out. He had to make things right—give his brother the one thing he wanted more than anything else.
Reid took a seat in the recliner beside the bed, leaning forward with his arms on his knees. “I found her. I found your little girl.”
Eddie closed his eyes and nodded. “Thank you, Lord. Tell me about her.”
“Her name is Lily and she’s a little beauty. Long, dark brown hair and big brown eyes.”
“Like Mom’s?”
Reid paused. He’d never thought about that. “Yes, exactly like hers. And like us, I suppose.”
Eddie nodded thoughtfully. “Her mom had blue eyes. And what about the woman who has her? Is she unhinged like the neighbor said?”
Reid chose his words carefully. He didn’t want to upset his brother. “She’s energetic and a bit unfocused, but no, I don’t think she’s crazy.”
“Is she good to my girl?”
“As far as I can tell, but I’ve only seen them together for a few minutes.”
“Will she bring my girl to see me?”
“I haven’t asked her yet. It didn’t come up.”
“Why not?”
Reid stared at his hands a moment before responding. “I want to observe things for a while, get a handle on her and her relationship with Lily.”
“Why?”
Reid had never mentioned the possibility of gaining custody of Lily. “In case I need to step in and change things.”
“File for custody, you mean? Is Lily in danger?”
“No, but it wouldn’t hurt to know all the facts before I tell her about you. Besides, shouldn’t Lily be raised by a relative?”
“Maybe, but I won’t be around and you’re a single guy.”
Reid pressed his lips together. A single guy who’d spent most of his adult life with the dregs of humanity, which meant he was devoid of the nurturing abilities a child needed.
Eddie studied him a moment. “What aren’t you telling me?”
He’d forgotten how Eddie could see through him. He was beginning to wonder how he’d ever worked undercover if he was so transparent.
“There was a misunderstanding when I arrived.” He explained his unexpected rescue mission. “If she didn’t plan ahead for something like painting a floor, what if she fails to plan ahead for Lily?”
Eddie shrugged off the concern. “That could happen to anyone. So are you going to see her again?”
Reid nodded. “I’m going to be her handyman for the next few weeks.”
“And she agreed, knowing who you are?”
Reid sat down and clasped his hands together. “Not exactly.” He explained the rest of the mix-up.
“So you let her think you were the handyman her contractor sent?”
“For the time being. This way I can see how they actually interact together and make sure she’s taking good care of Lily. Once I’m confident she is, I’ll explain and she’ll be more likely to agree to let me bring Lily to see you.”
A deep frown creased Eddie’s frail features. “Reid, for a smart guy, you’re being really stupid. You’ve been undercover too long. You see everything as a mission to take down the bad guys. It’s never right to deceive people. It’s one of the first things the Lord taught me when He saved me. Mark my words—your deception will only backfire.” He shook his head. “I want you to promise me you’ll set things straight. Quickly. I don’t have much time left.”
Reid nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” Eddie might have a point, but the only thing that mattered was making sure Lily was cared for, and if the Montgomery woman wasn’t suitable, then he’d have to step in, which meant he had to have evidence and ammunition. But he’d honor his brother’s request. He’d come clean soon. All he needed was a few days.
* * *
Tori lifted her coffee cup and took a sip, grimacing at the tepid liquid. That was the second cup she’d let get cold this morning. Leaning back in her desk chair, she raked her hair away from her face with a soft groan. She’d been going over the numbers for an hour, and the result was still the same. Her finances were stretched to the max. Every penny had to be accounted for if she was going to open on time.
She’d foolishly assumed her savings and the profit from the sale of her property would be enough to get the B and B up and running. But even with all her calculations, she’d been hit hard by unexpected costs. The plumbing, electric and roof had all needed to be replaced. The discovery and remediation of asbestos and lead paint had further slowed the construction. The remodel of the kitchen in the main house had taken longer than normal because of restoration requirements connected to a historic home. Her contractor had explained that a historic home required special materials at every turn. She couldn’t run to the store and buy new molding. It had to be replicated to match what was there.
The funds she applied for would ease her situation considerably. Unfortunately, she still had to wait for the on-site inspection, which wouldn’t happen for a few weeks yet, and then she’d have to wait several more weeks for the funds to be applied. The only thing keeping her afloat at the moment was her online jewelry-design business, but that covered only food and utilities for her and Lily.
She’d have to tighten her belt a while longer and concentrate on getting the inside of the rooms decorated and arranged for future guests. She had invested everything in this venture. It was her future—and Lily’s. The business would not only provide a living, but would allow her to spend as much time with her little girl as possible. But at this rate, it would never happen, and she would be stuck with a half-done white elephant of a house and be forced to take an eight-to-five job, put Lily in after-school care and miss out on so much of her life. She’d promised Judy she would be a good mother to Lily. The mother Judy would have been, and she intended to keep that promise, no matter what.
“Morning, Aunt Tori.”
Tori’s concerns melted into mist at the sound of the child’s greeting. She spun in her chair and opened her arms. “Good morning. How’s my little sweetie pie this morning?”
“Good.” She climbed into Tori’s lap for a hug and a snuggle. “I dreamed about a big flower that came to play with me in the yard.”
“You did?”
“It was blue and pink. Oh, and I dreamed about a little puppy with floppy ears.”
Tori stifled a giggle. Her little charge had been angling for a pet since they’d arrived in Dover four months ago. She suspected it had something to do with all her new cousins having dogs. “Maybe we can get you a puppy after we get our B and B open.”
“But that’s forever.”
“Not really. Are you ready for breakfast?” Mornings were Tori’s favorite part of the day. Lily generally woke up soft and sweet and cuddly, and they enjoyed breakfast together before leaving for school. But today her thoughts were focused on her bank account.
By the time she had dropped off Lily and returned home, the sorry state of her finances had given her a monster headache. One thing was clear: hiring a handyman now was out of the question. She’d have to learn to make minor repairs herself or rely on her family. Unfortunately, they all had busy lives of their own and weren’t able to drop everything and come running. Besides, she’d received enough help from them. She needed to provide for Lily on her own. Time was running out, and there was still so much to do.
First off, she had to unhire a handyman.
Tori dialed Reid’s number. It went straight to voice mail. She considered leaving a message telling him she wouldn’t need his services after all, but it seemed rude to fire him over the phone. Instead, she simply asked him to come by the house to speak with her.
A small tingle of anticipation skittered along her nerves. Seeing the man again wouldn’t be an unpleasant experience. He was very appealing. His muscular frame, his probing brown eyes and cool mysterious demeanor were right out of a book. Something on the order of Mr. Darcy, or maybe Mr. Rochester. She shook off the idea. Maybe it was a good thing she couldn’t have him as her handyman.
Telling him she couldn’t hire him would be awkward considering how enthusiastic she’d been when she’d offered him the job. She hoped he wouldn’t be upset. She had the impression that Reid was a man capable of fierce emotions, which might explain why he was so controlled. But she also sensed a loneliness behind his eyes, as if he was searching for something. Or she could be creating drama in her mind. It was a bad habit of hers.
Reid still hadn’t returned her call by the time she’d picked up Lily from school.
“Can I take my new book out to the glider?”
“Of course.” Lily had been overjoyed to receive a new book, and she loved to read in the old double-glider swing.
“Will you watch me?”
“Of course.” Settling onto the back porch in one of the old wicker rockers, she smiled as her daughter skipped across the grass and climbed into the glider. Since arriving in Dover, Lily had developed a need to have Tori near or at least watching over her at all times. Tori loved watching the child play. She was endlessly entertaining, and Tori delighted in everything the little girl did. However, sitting and watching her made working difficult. She’d transferred several items to her tablet so she could oversee Lily’s playtime and still get work done. The amount of paperwork involved in opening a bed-and-breakfast was staggering. Every time she submitted one completed document, three others would be required.
The squeak of the gate told her someone was there. She looked up as Reid came up onto the porch, his solid footsteps sounding on the wooden floor. He stood with one foot on the porch floor, one hand grasping the post, an expectant look on his angular face. His presence sent a wave of awareness along her nerves. He was an impossible man to ignore. When he stepped into a room he sucked all the air and energy right out of it. Very peculiar. She stuffed the weird notions away and stood. “Thank you for coming.”
“No problem. I had an appointment this morning. What’s up today?”
“Nothing, I’m afraid. I’ve been going over my financial situation, and I’m unable to afford to hire any extra help. I’m sorry. I offered you the handyman job before I’d looked at my bank balance. Things should turn around in a few weeks, but until then I’m tapped out.” She smiled, hoping to lighten the news. Reid’s dark eyes narrowed, and his brows drew together. Her heart skipped a beat. Even a deep frown couldn’t mar his chiseled features.
“That’s too bad. I was looking forward to the challenge.”
“And I could use the help. By the way, thank you for finishing the floor. I didn’t notice it until you’d left yesterday.”
“The paint was quick to dry. Half hour tops.”
How had she not known that? Probably because she’d failed to read the information on the paint can. He must think her a real ditz. She touched her ear. “So I could have walked out of the corner and not smeared the floor?”
He shrugged.
Was that a smirk she saw move his lips? She crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, thank you again for rescuing me and for completing my paint job.”
“You’re welcome.” He turned to go, but the post under his hand shifted loose. “Was this on your repair list?”
“One of them.” Her lists grew longer every day.
“Hey, Mr. Reid.”
Tori saw her daughter waving frantically. She climbed out of the double-glider swing and raced across the yard, stopping in front of Reid. “This is my new book. You want to read it to me?”
Tori watched the big man carefully. Would he refuse? Or would he acquiesce to the little charmer’s request? She stifled a grin when Reid shot a panicked glance in her direction. Before she could respond, Lily tugged on Reid’s finger and urged him to sit on the step.
“I’ll turn the pages, okay?”
Slowly Reid lowered his tall frame to the wooden step. Lily flashed a big smile as she handed him the book, then burrowed under his arm, balancing her elbow on his thigh. Tori watched the broad shoulders ease and the hard line of his jaw soften. No one could resist her Lily.
The sound of his deep, soft voice sent a warm tremor through her heart. Behind that dark cloak of mystery he wore was the heart of a kind man. She’d like to know more about him.
What was she thinking? There was no time for any kind of relationship. She had her hands full raising Lily and running her business.
She glanced at the pair on the steps. Lily snuggled close as Reid spoke the words softly. It would be nice to have someone to share her life, her work.
She shoved the thought aside. Her track record in the romance department was abysmal, and she vowed to avoid all personal relationships going forward. And fantasizing about them, too, for good measure.
* * *
Reid read the simple words of the book—a story about a baby squirrel separated from his mother—all the while aware of the sweet child snuggled against him. His brother’s little girl. The thought settled deep inside, stirring up unfamiliar emotions. A tiny hand reached out and awkwardly turned to the next page. Lily grinned up at him, then settled back down. He focused and went on with the story. “‘Why are you out all alone, little squirrel?’ asked the big black bird.”
“No, Mr. Reid. You have to say it different. Like this.”
Lily lowered her chin and repeated the words in a deep voice, drawing a soft chuckle from his chest that he hadn’t expected.
“The bird is a meanie. So you have to talk like a meanie when you read him.”
Her sincerity was both amusing and amazing. He knew nothing about kids. But he knew this little girl, Eddie’s child, was undoubtedly smart beyond her years.
He managed to finish the book with the appropriate voice changes and received a kiss on the cheek from Lily that left a fuzzy, warm sensation in the center of his chest. Before standing, he watched her skip back to the swing.
Miss Montgomery was leaning against the railing watching Lily, and the look of love on her face brought a soft glow to her skin. He had no doubts about her affection for his niece, but there was more to consider. She’d admitted financial trouble. That gave him concern. He needed a little time to get a good read on the situation. He needed the handyman job to keep him close by. It was the perfect cover.
His conscience pinged. Eddie was right. He shouldn’t be lying to her, and he’d tell her the truth soon. He’d rather have a better understanding before he came clean, though. A couple days, at least.
“Miss Montgomery, I have a suggestion if you’ll hear me out. I don’t mind helping out around here until things improve for you. We can settle up when you’re able.”
“I can’t ask you to do that. Besides, why would you want to work for free?”
Reid rubbed his temple. A plausible story quickly formed in his mind, only to be overlaid with his brother’s reprimand. Eddie was right again. He’d been working undercover for so long that lying came more easily than telling the truth. He needed to get a handle on this right now, and keep as close to the truth as possible without revealing his true relationship with Lily. “The fact is, I left my last job. I needed a change. I thought a small town would be a good place to start. The work I’d do around here would allow me to sharpen my rusty handyman skills.”
“What did you do before?”
Reid chose his words carefully. “I was in law enforcement.”
“Oh. My brother is a police officer here in Dover. I know how stressful it can be. I can understand your need for a new direction. I felt the same way when I became Lily’s guardian. But I’m finding changing course harder than I expected. I thought buying this place would be the answer. I wasn’t prepared for all the unexpected problems.”
“You bought this place because of Lily?”
She nodded. “I had to make a living, and I thought that opening a bed-and-breakfast would allow me to provide for her and still spend time with her. Unfortunately, it’s not working out the way I’d hoped.”
She needed him, and he pressed his advantage. “Miss Montgomery, I meant what I said. I’d be happy to help around here for a few weeks.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and faced him. “How would you feel about working for room and board?”
“I’m listening.”
“The small building behind the main garage is actually a studio apartment. The girls converted it for their older brother.”
“Girls?”
“Ada and Edna Smiley. Camellia Hall was their family home for generations. The apartment hasn’t been used in a long time, but it’s larger than the motel room you’re currently in. You can take your meals with us. I’m not the best cook in town, but you won’t starve.”
It was the perfect solution and more than he’d hoped for. “All right. I have to admit the Dixiana is getting smaller by the day.”
She nodded. “Flo runs a good business, but Dover needs more options for visitors. It’s either the tiny cabins at the motel or the high prices at the Lady Banks Inn. I want to offer another option. Something more reasonably priced and comfortable than the formality of the inn.”
He extended his hand to seal the agreement. “We have a deal, then? Room and board in exchange for work.” She hesitated a moment, then grasped his hand. Her fingers fluttered in his palm. Did he make her nervous? He looked into her eyes and felt the jolt again, a strange kind of connection he’d never experienced before. She possessed an energy that vibrated through her fingers. And he found it intriguing.
She broke eye contact, tugging her hand from his. “You can move in as soon as you like. I’ll find the key and get it to you.”
“There’s still half a day left. What can I do next?”
“There are several doors that won’t shut and windows that won’t open, and the pocket doors between the two parlors are stuck.”
“I would have thought your contractor, uh, Floyd, would have taken care of this.”
“He would have, but it was one of many things that got cut from the budget. There were roof leaks, foundation repairs, termites, plumbing problems and electrical issues. Which didn’t leave any room in the budget for anything else.”
“How much work do you still need to do?”
“Small things here in the main part of the house. The original plan called for upgrades in the living quarters where Lily and I are. And a complete remodel of the tearoom on the other end of the house. I’d hoped to keep it running to bring in a little income, but that’s on hold now.” She motioned him to follow her. “Let me show you what needs to be done. None of the doors in the living quarters close completely.”
He gestured for her to lead the way, following her to the end of the hall to a door marked with a small plaque that read Private. It resisted when she pulled it open. “This one is the worst.”
He made a note to start with that door. He followed her through it, his mood lifting considerably. He’d managed to convince her to keep him on as handyman. The offer of room and board had been more than he’d expected. He could see how Lily and Tori interacted without it seeming like he was spying on them. Which was what he was doing. He’d manipulated her into keeping him around. Eddie’s warning surfaced again. A few days, that’s all, then he’d come clean. Once he was sure Tori was a responsible guardian, he’d explain everything. Hopefully, by then, they would have established a good relationship, and his request to take Lily to see her dad wouldn’t be an issue.
Tori stopped in the living area, which was one large room with a small kitchen tucked against the back wall beside a narrow staircase leading to the second floor. A comfy sofa was placed invitingly in front of a charming fireplace. French doors on either side led out to the wide porch. He was struck by how welcoming the small space was. “Nice place.”
“Thank you. This corner of the house used to be the servants’ quarters. It’s the perfect size for us. We’ll be spending most of our time in the main house, hopefully entertaining lots of guests, but this will be our own private retreat.”
A sudden image of him and Tori cuddled on the sofa flashed into his mind. He shut it down. “Do these doors work?”
“Yes, but the bedroom doors upstairs could use some work, as well.”
Reid’s gaze drifted to the far corner of the living room and the desk there. Something sparkled, and he stepped closer. Boxes of flashy jewelry cluttered the top. Several large pieces were spread out on a felt board and held in place with pins. “What’s all this?”
“My custom-jewelry business. I take old brooches, pins and necklaces and rework them into statement necklaces and sell them online.”
“A woman of many talents.”
“Right now all I want is to get ready for my guests.”
“Those bee bees Lily mentioned?”
She smiled, and Reid couldn’t help but notice it was brighter than the jewelry she worked on. Something about Tori made you feel welcome and accepted. His conscience flared. He’d spent years living a lie, pretending to be someone he wasn’t, but it had never felt like this.
Eddie was right—he’d been undercover so long he’d lost touch with who he really was. He didn’t want to lie to Tori any longer, because he was beginning to see the extent of damage his ill-conceived deception might cause. He suddenly dreaded the look of condemnation he’d see in her pretty eyes when he came clean. Oh, what a tangled web—it needed to come down today.
* * *
Tori hurried back into the main kitchen, stopping briefly on the porch to check on Lily. She was still sitting on the glider swing with her book. Tori studied her a moment. She seemed subdued today. Not her usual cheerful self. Was she missing Judy? Since bringing Lily here to Dover, the little girl had experienced several setbacks as she grieved. The incidents had rocked Tori’s already shaky confidence, making her question again if she was suited to raising her friend’s child.
Lily must have sensed her watching because she glanced up, then waved. Tori waved back, praying Lily would eventually accept her mother’s passing and embrace her new life here in Dover.
Reassured, Tori moved into the kitchen. The newly remodeled room met all the codes for a professional kitchen and, with the help of her decorator, still reflected its 1870 origins. The small breakfast room off the back connected with the sunroom and would provide a cozy dining space when there were few guests. The formal dining room at the front of the house would be used when the rooms were full, hopefully during most of the fall and winter. Today she planned on going through the three sets of fine china the girls had left with the house and decide which one would be her statement pattern.
Light tapping on the back door pulled her around. Shelley waved and stepped inside, followed by two little ponytailed girls. Lily skidded to a stop, vibrating with excitement.
“Can I show Emily my new bookcase?”
Her new lavender scalloped-edge bookcase had arrived a few days ago, and she’d spent an afternoon putting the books in just the right spots. “Yes, but Mr. Reid is up there working on the doors so don’t get in his way, and then come back down and play in the sunroom so I can see you, okay?”
Lily tossed a “’kay” over her shoulder as she and Emily dashed toward the living quarters.
Shelley settled on a stool at the counter. “Mr. Reid?”
“The handyman.”
“You hired him?”
“Sort of. We agreed he’d work for room and board temporarily. He’s going to stay in the apartment. This way he’ll be available whenever I need him.”
Shelley frowned and leaned forward. “You’re telling me you hired a stranger, who’s also going to live in your apartment? Tori, what were you thinking?”
“He’s not a stranger exactly. Floyd recommended him. He’s nice. A bit solemn and mysterious, but he does good work and he’s eager. He finished painting my floor without being asked.” Tori pulled a glass from the cupboard and filled it with the Smiley girls’ famous mint iced tea and set it before her friend. “It’s only for a few weeks. Once I have some funds I’ll pay him and hire a professional to finish the work.”
Giggles and thumping sounded before Lily and Emily burst into the main kitchen. Reid was right behind them. He stepped into the room and nodded. “All the doors work. They only needed a little adjusting.”
“Oh, Reid, this is my friend and neighbor, Shelley Vinton.”
Reid nodded. “Emily’s mother. Nice to meet you.” He faced Tori. “What’s next on your list? I can’t start the windows until I pick up replacement materials.”
“How are you with pocket doors? The one between the two parlors is wedged into the slot. Floyd wasn’t sure they could be restored. I’ll show you.”
Shelley’s expression was beyond curious when Tori returned. She braced herself for a flood of questions.
“That is your handyman? Tori, he may be a lot of things, but a handyman? Really?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve hired a few in my day and they never looked like him. Did you notice the biceps on the man?”
Not only had she noticed, she had firsthand knowledge from when he’d plucked her from the makeshift bridge he’d used to rescue her. “He used to be in law enforcement, so of course he’d be strong.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing. That man is dangerous.”
“What are you talking about?”
Shelley placed her hands over her heart as she batted her lashes. “Guard your heart, girlfriend.”
Tori rolled her eyes. “You forget this heart has been closed for business for a while now.”
“If you say so. Oh, I saw the list of volunteers for this weekend. With all that help, we should have those flooded homes ready for carpenters by the end of the day. Maybe you should ask for volunteers to help with the B and B.”
“In exchange for what?”
“A free night’s stay when you open, or a romantic night for two.”
“Not a bad idea, but the clock is ticking and I’m nowhere near ready to open. I still have decorating to do, a registration desk to set up, marketing, the menu. I don’t know when I’ll be able to reopen the tearoom.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t. You said the girls had shut it because business had dried up.”
“The Camellia Tea Room is part of the home’s history. I’d hate to see it end.”
“And when would you have time to run that and the B and B, too?”
Tori sighed. “I know. Too bad I can’t clone myself.”
Shelley patted her arm. “What you need is a partner. Someone to work with you here, to share the load and give you moral support. Someone who would care as much as you do.”
Tori sent a warning glare at her friend. “Stop right there. I know what you’re doing. Every time you see an attractive man you start hinting. I’m not going down that path again. Third time wasn’t a charm, it was a disaster. He lied to me about everything. Lily is my life now. There’s no room for anyone else.”
Shelley smiled and picked up her purse. “Not even a very intriguing handyman who’s right under your nose?”
Tori pointed to the door. “Take your sweet child and your sweet self and move along please. There’s nothing to see here.”
“Fine. I’m going.”
Her friend’s heart was in the right place, but her suggestion wouldn’t work. Although now that Shelley had planted the seed, the idea of having a partner began to take root...
* * *
Reid aimed the flashlight into the slot encasing the old pocket door. Something was jammed between the door and the wall, but he couldn’t see it or reach it. He tried tugging the door back and forth to dislodge the blockage. When the stubborn door refused to budge, he stepped to the opposite door and applied the same technique. His efforts were rewarded when the door slid outward a foot, bringing with it a thick strip of insulation.
A little more tugging produced more insulation and a few more inches of exposed door. If insulation was the culprit on the other door, and if he could remove it all, the doors might slide closed. Barring any mechanical problems, in which case he’d have to do more research. For some reason he wasn’t quite sure of, it was important for him to fix one of Tori’s concerns.
It was obvious, even in the short time he’d been around, that Tori was determined to get her bed-and-breakfast open on time. And her motivation, to give Lily a stable home where she could spend as much time with her as possible, was reassuring. His conscience flared again. He had to come clean and tell her who he was and why he was here. His concerns about Tori being a suitable guardian had all but disappeared.
Reid cocked his head when he heard a strange noise coming from the kitchen. It sounded like crying. Then he realized—Lily was sobbing.
He hesitated, then made his way down the hallway to the kitchen door. He stopped, catching his breath at what he saw. His employer and her little girl were seated at the round breakfast table. Lily was sobbing uncontrollably as Tori cradled her in her lap, making comforting noises.
“But Miss Shelley said Emily was going away. I don’t want her to go. Mommy went away.”
“Emily isn’t going away, sweetheart. She’s going to her grandma’s, the same way you go to visit yours. She’ll be back in a few days.”
“But Mrs. Fisher said Mommy went away. Will Mommy be back, too?”
Reid watched the tears flow down Tori’s cheek as she brushed the dark hair from Lily’s face. “No, sweetie. Remember we talked about how sick Mommy was and how her body was too tired to keep working?”
Lily nodded. “She’s in heaven with Jesus and she’s happy.”
“That’s right. And now you’re here with me and I’m very happy to have you and we’ll be a family. Just you and me.”
“And our bee bees?”
Tori smiled. “Yes, and our guests. You’ll be a big help to me. You can help me make them feel very special, and they’ll want to come see us again and again.”
Lily snuggled close to Tori, her little fists hugged up against her chin while Tori stroked her hair.
Reid moved quietly back from the door, his chest twisted into a hot, uncomfortable knot. But the area around his heart felt strangely soft. If he’d had any doubts about Tori taking care of Lily, they were put to rest now. She loved the little girl. Wasn’t that all that mattered?
He rubbed his forehead. He’d tell her today before he left. Before he moved in. Once she knew who he was, he might be fired—again.
“Reid.”
He spun around to see Tori, with Lily in her arms, staring at him, both of their eyes moist and cheeks pink from tears. A rush of protectiveness slammed into him. He cleared his throat. “I was coming to report on the pocket door.” He didn’t want Tori to think he’d been spying on them.
“Can you fix it?”
“Maybe. It’s jammed with insulation, but if the hardware isn’t damaged it should be a simple matter to oil it and get it sliding smoothly again.”
“That’s a relief. It’s a feature guests love.”
Tell her. He stared at her.
“Was there something else?”
“I’d like to talk to you when you have a moment.”
“All right, but it’ll have to be later. I need to spend time with Lily, and I have some paperwork that has to be submitted first thing tomorrow.”
“No problem.”
Tori kissed her child’s cheek before setting her on the floor. “Lily, you go on to your room. I’ll be right there.” She handed him a key. “I meant to give you this earlier. I’m afraid the apartment might be a mess.”
He held up his hand. “For a free room, the least I can do is clean it.”
He took a step toward her. “Is Lily all right? I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I heard her crying and... Does she get that way often? Missing her mother, I mean.”
Tori rested a hand at her throat. “It’s been a long time since her last spell. Thankfully, they’re becoming fewer and fewer. Her mother and I tried to prepare her for the loss, but she’s so little she doesn’t really understand. How do you explain to a five-year-old that her mom is gone forever? I feel so helpless and inadequate.”
He searched for something to say. He hated to see her so full of doubt, but comforting a distraught woman was out of his comfort zone. “I thought you handled it exactly right.”
She shook her head. “I wish I could do more for her. It’s moments like this that make me wonder if Judy did the right thing in giving me custody.”
Reid impulsively touched her arm, wanting to reassure her. “I think she made a good choice. You’re the perfect guardian for little Lily.”
She looked at him with appreciation in her cobalt eyes, but evidently her self-doubt still lingered. Now was not the time to reveal his identity. “I’d better get back to the pocket doors.”
“Thank you.” She straightened and offered a slight smile. “Oh, would you take a look at the faucet in the upstairs bath in the living quarters tomorrow? The water flow is a trickle. Oh, and Jimmy Ray will be here, too. He’s going to start painting the living quarters.”
“I’ll look at it first thing in the morning. And if it’s all right I’ll move into the apartment this evening.”
“That’s fine. Let me know if you need anything.”
“I’ll do that.”
Reid worked on the door a while longer, until it was obvious he needed something more than his hands to clear out the insulation. He’d have to pick up a hook and rent a Shop-Vac. Beyond that, he had some research to do. And an explanation and an apology to prepare.
Seeing Tori so insecure had been unsettling. Didn’t she see how strong and capable she was? Her love and affection for his niece couldn’t be questioned.
He couldn’t continue this subterfuge. It would hurt all of them.
Because there was something vulnerable about his new boss. Outwardly she took charge like an engineer on a mission, but inside she was filled with doubts. He suspected someone had hurt her deeply. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Tori any more.
Chapter Three (#u5b991f4d-9ec9-519e-ad2b-460ecb5e084c)
Reid’s encouraging comment earlier kept replaying in Tori’s mind. He’d felt she’d done a good job in calming Lily and comforting her. She wished she felt as confident. She second-guessed her handling of Lily every moment. Her mom assured her all mothers felt this way, but Tori wasn’t convinced. The women in her family all seemed like supermoms. Linc’s wife, Gemma, raised two children and ran a successful event-planning business. Gil’s wife, Julie, was the mother to three—Gil’s daughter, Abby, and three-month-old twins. Her sister, Beth, owned her own dance studio, raised her stepdaughter and taught classes while pregnant. Even her brother Seth’s new bride worked full-time, studied for her degree and took care of Seth’s son, Jack. Sometimes she wondered if she would ever measure up.
They tried to reassure her that she was doing a fine job, but for some reason, Reid’s encouragement meant more than all the others combined. What was wrong with her that the simple compliment from a stranger held more sway than those from her family?
All she needed to do was focus on getting the business open on time. With Reid close by to handle the long list of repairs, she was free to start concentrating on the details. Decor, menu, schedule and, of course, there was the paperwork and documentation. Things she hadn’t considered when she’d bought the old home.
Opening a bed-and-breakfast wasn’t a simple matter of inviting people to come and stay at your house. The state regulations were overwhelming: business licenses, restaurant license, liquor permit, even if she would only be offering wine. And with each requirement came an inspection. Being listed on the National Register had brought with it another to-do list. She was grateful Floyd was aware of the guidelines and had consulted with Laura Holbrook, a local restoration specialist, to make sure everything was acceptable.
Strange thing was that all her previous jobs were proving to be a blessing. She’d worked in her mother’s Real Estate office as a sales agent, the family Electrical business as an accountant and she’d owned her own flower shop briefly and even tried her hand at interior design. Now, all that experience would give the skills she needed to run the B and B.
Glancing out her bedroom window, she saw the light in the apartment, reminding her she now had a boarder. Reid had moved in this evening. She felt bad she hadn’t been able to clean up the place and figured she could at least provide him with fresh linens.
After a quick check on Lily to make sure she was sleeping soundly, Tori gathered a set of clean sheets and towels and carried them to the apartment. The sweet strains of a Chopin nocturne seeped through the door as she approached. Classical music? Not what she’d expect from a stoic guy like Reid.
He opened the door quickly when she knocked, his dark eyes locking onto hers and sending a quiver down her spine. He wore a faded T-shirt and dark warm-up pants that only emphasized the muscular chest. Her mouth went dry and her palms dampened. Oh, my. What was wrong with her? She’d never had this kind of reaction to a man before. Coming here was a dumb idea. His dark eyes suddenly softened, and his mouth arched on one side. Not exactly a smile, but more of a slight lifting.
“Evening.”
She cleared her throat and thrust the items toward him. “I thought you might need these.”
“Thanks, but that wasn’t necessary.”
She glanced around the small space. He’d removed the dust covers and rearranged a few pieces of furniture. A worn duffel bag and a small satchel were on the bed in the alcove. “I forgot to mention you can have weekends off, unless of course some major catastrophe comes up.”
“Good. I have a standing appointment on Sundays I can’t miss.”
She wanted to ask what it was but resisted. He probably had a girlfriend someplace. “Is there anything else you need?”
“Not a thing.”
He took a step toward her, and she became acutely aware of his height. When he’d set her down from the board the other day, her head had rested right below his chin. She remembered thinking how perfectly she fit in his arms. Her cheeks flamed when a glint appeared in his dark eyes. Had he guessed what she was thinking? She forced a smile, searching for something to say to break the awareness arcing between them. She couldn’t stop looking at him, and each time she did she wanted to smile like a kid with a crush on the boy next door. “I thought I’d make you a list of the things that need fixing in case I’m not around. Then you can scratch them off as you finish them.”
“Good idea.”
Their eyes locked again and she became aware of his scrutiny. Her heartbeat skipped. What was he looking for? She broke contact and moved to the door. “Oh, don’t forget our deal includes meals, so I usually fix breakfast at seven. Help yourself to whatever is on hand for lunch. Supper may vary, but normally we eat around six or so.”
He followed her, stopping close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body. Her gaze zeroed in on his chest, watching as it rose and fell with each deep, steady breath. She turned her attention to his voice. He was saying something.
“I’m not much on breakfast, but coffee would be good.”
“There’s always a pot ready.” He rested his hands on his hips and she had the feeling he wanted to say more. He had mentioned he wanted to talk to her about something.
“How’s Lily? No more tears?”
“No, she’s been her usual happy self since then.”
He hesitated a moment. “What about Lily’s father? Where is he?”
All her defenses shot into place. Her fingers curled into fists. Her jaw worked side to side as she tried to temper her response. She took a step backward. “I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. He has no place in Lily’s life. Judy never wanted him mentioned to Lily. Ever.” She turned to leave but Reid took her arm.
“Why?”
“Because he’s a heartless, selfish coward who abandoned his child.” She pulled free of his grasp. “I need to get back to Lily.”
She sensed Reid’s intense gaze on her back as she strode to the house. From the way she’d exploded, he probably thought she was a lunatic.
After a quick check on her daughter, Tori went downstairs to her craft table. Working on her jewelry designs always calmed her down and cleared her mind. Putting the glittering pieces together to create a lovely necklace gave her satisfaction.
Fifteen minutes later, residual anger still vibrated along her nerves. Any mention of Lily’s father churned up a fierce need to protect. She’d probably overreacted to Reid’s question, but any discussion of Lily’s worthless parent never failed to infuriate her. Especially now that Judy was gone. It was up to her to honor her friend’s wishes, and after hearing how that man had abandoned her friend when she was pregnant, she could understand why Judy would become enraged whenever the topic came up.
Still, that was no reason to snap at Reid. She’d have to get used to the question being asked. It was only normal for people to wonder when she showed up in her hometown with a little girl to raise. Thankfully, that didn’t happen often. Most everyone knew her and her family, and the reasons behind Lily’s presence had already been through the rumor mill, everyone’s curiosity satisfied.
She’d apologize to Reid in the morning...if he was still here. She hoped she hadn’t chased him away, because she really needed his help around here. Maybe she’d make the Smiley girls’ cinnamon rolls in the morning as a peace offering. She’d been meaning to try the recipe. She was hoping it would become one of the hallmarks of her business. Warm. Sweet. Comforting.
The very essence of what she wanted Camellia Hall to become.
* * *
The morning air was thick and muggy, suggesting a thunderstorm brewing for the afternoon. Reid crossed through the dew-damp grass, weighing his options on how best to approach Tori. He’d been unprepared for her fierce reaction to his question about Lily’s dad. His shock had shifted quickly to defensiveness. She was talking about his brother. Eddie might deserve his fair share of condemnation for his behavior, but Tori’s bitterness ran deep. It might ruin any chance he had to take Lily to see his brother.
When Tori had knocked on his door, he’d just finished talking to Eddie and assuring him Tori was a good mother to Lily. He’d felt certain he could convince her to take the little girl to see him soon. Now he might have to backtrack. Her reaction didn’t bode well for a family reunion.
Eddie was right. His little undercover operation had backfired big-time. He had made things worse. He had to tell Tori the truth before she found out some other way.
Inside the main house, Reid inhaled the welcoming aroma of fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls. Tori and Lily were nowhere to be found. Her car was still in the drive along with a contractor’s van, so she must still be in the living quarters. He took his time savoring the hot, dark liquid and the sticky sweet rolls. Another perk to living on the property. He hoped he could continue working here. He was growing attached to the place, and to Tori and Lily.
He’d slept soundly despite his troubled thoughts about Tori’s outburst, but his concern had been there to nag him when he’d awakened. He’d planned on talking to her today, hoping her reaction last night was simply because he’d caught her off guard. Something told him that wasn’t the case, however.
Sufficiently caffeinated, Reid hoisted his tools and started toward the living quarters. Before he could knock on the door, she opened it. Lily waved and smiled. Tori looked professional today, in a dark slender skirt and a light blue blouse. Lily, her hair held back with a wide band, wore striped pants and a little shirt with a princess on it. Both looked adorable.
“Good morning. Did you find the coffee and rolls okay?”
“I did.”
“I have to run some errands this morning after I drop Lily off at school, but I’ll be back around lunchtime. Jimmy Ray is painting the living room so you might have to work around him.”
“No problem.”
“Oh, and there’s sandwich fixings in the fridge for lunch, so help yourself.”
Lily tugged on his hand. “When I get back will you read me another story, Mr. Reid?”
He hunkered down, a rush of warm emotion circling his heart. “Sure thing. I’ll be right here.” He’d hoped tracking down his family would bring him peace. He’d never imagined that he would find it in the bright eyes of a five-year-old child. Except his niece belonged to Tori, and he had no connection to her at all. Yet.
Lily bounced on her toes with happiness. “You’re a good reader.”
He’d received his share of recognition during his years as an agent, but none had given him the satisfaction found in Lily’s sweet compliment. Eddie’s child was special. He would be so proud. He looked at Tori. He had to tell her who he was and why he was here. Once she heard the full story, she’d change her mind.
After the ladies left, Reid made his way to the living room in the private area. The furniture had been shoved toward the center of the room and drop cloths spread on the floor in front of the wall to be painted. A gray-haired man was hunkered down stirring a can of paint. He glanced up and smiled, coming to his feet.
“You must be Reid, the handyman Miss Tori took on. I’m Jimmy Ray Fuller.” He extended his hand.
“Fuller Painting Contractors. I saw the van. Nice to meet you. Will I be in the way working on the window sashes?”
“Not at all. I’ll come back and paint the trim later. So what brings you to our little town? Dover is off the beaten path.”
Reid placed his toolbox in front of the window before answering. The question made him uncomfortable. Probably because he’d chosen to hide his real reason for being in the small town. His cover-up stirred his conscience into a bitter swill. Something else new in his emotional library. He formed his answer around as much truth as possible.
“I left my old job and I wanted to start fresh. A small town seemed like a good fit for now.” When Jimmy Ray didn’t respond, Reid faced him and found him staring, a knowing glint in his pale blue eyes.
“You’re a former cop, aren’t you?”
Reid frowned. “How could you know that?”
“It takes one to know one.” He ran his hands over the paint roller to remove excess lint. “And I’m guessing you did a lot of undercover work, am I right?”
Reid could only nod. What was it about the people here—Tori, and now Jimmy Ray—that they could see right through him? When had he become so transparent? If he’d been this way on an assignment, he’d have been dead years ago. “DEA.”
Jimmy Ray nodded. “I was undercover with the Memphis PD. It took its toll. I left and came to Dover. The wife was from here.”
“And you became a painter. That’s a far cry from police work.”
“I needed something stress free, something I could start and finish and see results. Law enforcement never seemed to get better. It felt hopeless. I wasn’t making a difference.” He gestured to the walls. “With this job, I come in, do my job, the customers are happy and I don’t take the work home or lose sleep over it.”
“Sounds good. I suppose that’s what I’m looking for, too. A life that doesn’t keep dragging me down.”
“Well, if you stay on here you’ll come to enjoy it. Especially being around Miss Tori. That young woman has a gift for making people feel at home. She’s going to be a terrific hostess when this place opens up.”
He agreed, but he still had concerns. “Do you think that’ll happen? She says she’s having financial issues. I’m working for room and board.”
Jimmy Ray brushed the comment aside. “For now, but she’ll sort it out. I’m working for free. My version of a housewarming gift. I’m close with her family. Knew her since she was a baby and I want to see her succeed. She’s had it rough lately, and I admire her for taking on the little girl all alone. That child has given her a purpose that was lacking in her life.”
“I assume there’s no boyfriend in the picture?” The back of his neck suddenly burned. What was up with him?
“Are you fishing, Reid?” Jimmy chuckled. “She is a pretty lady. No, I don’t think she’s looking for any kind of relationship. After three failed attempts, I think she’s only focused on Lily.”
“She’s been married before?”
“No. Engaged. Three times. She called them all off.”
Jimmy went to work on the wall and Reid turned his attention to the window, locating the access pocket and starting the replacement of the inner workings. When the window slid up and down easily, he moved upstairs to work on the three windows up there. His thoughts were distracted by what Jimmy had shared. Why had Tori broken off three engagements? Was she that poor a judge of character? Or was she incapable of making a long-term commitment—and what might that mean in regard to Lily? Would she grow tired of being a parent and abandon his niece? Absurd. He refused to believe that. From what he’d seen, Tori was devoted to his niece, despite her own confession to feeling inadequate as a mother. Yet it did raise questions in his mind.

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