“This pony holder is about shot,” she explained, looking apologetic.
Gideon watched with interest. The woman had gone through the same ritual a dozen times or more each day that he’d been working with her. When she’d secured her hair to her satisfaction, she leaned a little closer to him.
“I just keep wondering,” she started slowly, her eyes scanning the yard. “Do you think he’s still watching us?”
Though he felt a tiny prickle of fear at her reminder that her father’s killer was still at large, Gideon wasn’t about to let Maggie see him looking scared. It would only frighten her more. Still, he had wondered from time to time if someone was still watching them, especially when he considered the likelihood that their perp had been in the Dumpster even as they’d tossed bags inside it. “Let him watch,” he announced, putting on a brave face. “Now that we’re done with the basement, we’re going to move on to the rest of the house. So, let’s get to it.”
They’d discussed the next steps of the renovation process while they’d been working together cleaning out the basement. Gideon had noticed that most of the first-floor storm windows had been installed on the outside of the house, though there were still a dozen more new units stacked against a wall in the kitchen that needed to be installed on the remaining windows. Maggie had agreed with his plan to pick up where her father had left off installing the storm windows. Gideon hoped to get the extra-insulating layer added while the weather was still mild, since the forecast called for blustery fall weather to hit the area soon.
“You’re ready to install the storm windows?” Maggie asked, tromping back into the house toward where the units were stacked.
“I brought all the tools we’ll need,” Gideon assured her. “The wind won’t whistle through the windows so much once we get these installed. It should help with the heating bills considerably, too.”
“And it will make the house more secure,” Maggie agreed softly.
Gideon watched the quiet woman as she reached the spot where the storm windows leaned against the kitchen wall. They’d spoken little during the three days they’d spent methodically searching through the junk in the back room of the basement. Never having been a big fan of small talk, he appreciated being allowed to keep his thoughts to himself. Other than a few remarks about the objects they’d found or a couple of conversations about Maggie’s evolving plans for the house, they’d worked in silence. Gideon realized he still knew very little about the woman beside him.
Now she touched the aluminum-framed windows almost reverently. Her fingers paused where the tip of a piece of paper stuck up from between two windows. Maggie pulled it out and looked at it.
“What did you find?” Gideon asked.
“It’s the invoice for the windows,” Maggie noted, her eyes scanning the page. “Wow. My father spent a lot of money to buy all these windows.” Her eyebrows shot up above the upper rim of her dark-framed glasses. “He bought them the same week he died.” Emotion showed on her face as she pinched her eyes shut.
Gideon hated for Maggie to be reminded of her loss once again. A thought occurred to him. He wasn’t sure if she’d appreciate the sentiment; normally he would have just kept his mouth shut. But Maggie’s obvious grief moved him to speak. “It’s almost as though he provided what you needed for the house, even though he’s no longer with us.”
Maggie’s eyes remained pinched shut behind her glasses, and she dipped her head. When she finally raised her head again, she opened tear-free eyes. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
Unsure whether she was speaking to him or simply thanking her father, Gideon stood beside her silently for a few moments before clearing his throat and reaching past her for the first of the storm windows. “Ready to get started?”
“Let’s do it,” she said agreeably.
Gideon carried the first storm window outside. Most of the windows on the old house were the same dimensions except for the large front picture windows. That made installing the storm windows even simpler since he wouldn’t have to sort out sizes. He paused in the backyard and looked up at the house. “I’m going to need to fetch my ladder from my truck. Do you think you can hold this?”
“Got it.” Maggie took the window, which, in spite of its size, was fairly light. Still, the breeze that had whipped her hair around earlier was still blowing, and tugged at the widespread panes.
“I’ll be right back,” Gideon promised, and trotted off to where he’d left his ladder strapped to the rack on his truck.
Maggie watched Gideon disappear around the corner of the house. The former sheriff was a mystery to her, made that much more mysterious by his dark looks and quiet ways. His statement about her father providing the windows for them had seemed to come out of nowhere, its sensitivity so much the opposite of what she’d have expected a tough guy like him to say. The man surprised her, and she found herself wondering what other secrets were hidden underneath his granite exterior.
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