to University of Alberta for a degree, something that felt wildly out of reach for a guy like him. He’d never been terribly scholarly. He was a skilled worker and he loved his trade, but she had a way of talking that exposed a world he knew little about—a world with books and theories, history and primary sources. Her dad had written weighty masterpieces that were studied in Canadian literature classes the country over. There were three of them, and a fourth that he’d been working on for the last decade.
Beth sighed. “So what are you going to do with this place?”
“I’m going to open a tool shop,” Dan said. “A lot of guys in the trades have to drive into the city to get their tools, and it’s a waste of fuel and annoying to boot. I want to open a tool shop that carries most of the basics. I’ll order in the specialty tools on demand—”
Beth was staring at him, tears misting her eyes. Shoot. Okay, maybe she hadn’t wanted to hear his business plan, but what did she expect him to do with the place?
“I can’t keep it a corner store,” Dan qualified.
“I know.” She sucked in a breath.
“And the price was shockingly low—”
Beth shot him another pained glance, and he kicked himself. He wasn’t trying to hurt her here, but when the store had come up for sale at that price, the timing had been perfect. He’d been selling tools out of his garage for months, and he was making a pretty good profit. There was a demand for tools in this town, and this could be his first retail space. Lucky for him the bank agreed.
“I’m sorry about your dad,” Dan said, softening his tone. “I know he worked hard to build the business, and losing it all like that is horrible. I feel for him.”
She didn’t answer at first, and then she rubbed a hand over her stomach. “Well, he’s had more than one big shock in the last few months.”
“Linda leaving,” Dan clarified. That divorce had taken North Fork by surprise.
“Oh, no. They planned it out so they could separate ‘amicably.’” She did finger quotes around the last word. “Dad says it was coming for a while. Linda’s nothing if not detail oriented. I was referring to me.”
“The baby,” he confirmed.
“He worries a lot,” she said. “And he’s got a lot going on right now, so the timing could have been better.”
“So how’s your brother?” Dan asked.
“Perfectly successful in Illinois, thanks,” she replied with a wry smile.
Her older brother was a professor at a state college—the bar had been set quite high for the Thomas family. He could sympathize with Beth’s position right now. She’d deserved better than being left on her own for the biggest challenge of her life.
“Don’t know if this is rude to ask, but who’s the dad?”
“None of your business,” she retorted with a cool smile, and Dan laughed.
“You haven’t changed a bit,” he said.
She smiled and rolled her eyes. “You’d be surprised, Danny.”
Danny... He hadn’t been called that in a long time.
“Look.” He cleared his throat. “If you see anything that you want in here...I bought the whole place, contents included. But I don’t need any of it—” He was doing it again, minimizing a lifetime of Thomas family memories in this old place, which wasn’t his intent. “What I mean to say is, if there is anything that you want from the store, it’s yours. I only got the keys today, so I’m looking at everything for the first time, too.”
“Thank you.” She nodded. “There will be things. Like the bell over the door.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He nodded. “Take it.” He glanced up and realized it was high over her head, and in her current state a stepladder would be a bad idea. “Or I can get it down for you.”
He caught her eye, and he felt a swell of sympathy. Things had been hard for the Thomas family lately, and he was just an added insult.
Beth was beautiful and smart, with a sharp sense of humor. He’d always imagined that she’d gone to Edmonton and met some bookish type who would be impressed by her father’s name. Then she’d get married and drive a quality SUV, have some beautiful babies... She was making good on that last one, and for that he was grudgingly glad.
Parenthood had a way of improving a person. It carved them out and deepened them. It took a heart and stretched it farther than a person thought possible. It changed weekend plans from drinks or watching the game into cartoon movies and playing in the snow. Luke’s arrival had been a shock, but he’d changed Dan’s life for the better in every way possible. Dan had always hoped that he’d be a successful business owner here in town, and that when people saw him coming they’d call him “Mr. Brockwood.” Turned out that his deepest satisfaction came from being called “Dad.”
He glanced at his watch. Luke would be out of school soon.
“So how is your grandmother doing?” he asked.
They both instinctively looked over to where Granny was arranging the shelf, wiping dust off the packages with her palm.
“Not so good,” Beth said softly. “She keeps slipping into the past. And apparently, she’s been wandering off a lot.”
“I noticed that,” he agreed. He’d driven her home a couple of times when he’d found her on the street looking confused.
“And she keeps asking about Grandpa.” Beth’s eyes glittered with emotion.
“What do you do?” he asked.
“We tell her that he’s gone out for milk,” Beth said with a shrug. “It sure beats breaking her heart fourteen times a day telling her that he died. So if she ever asks—”
“Yeah, right. Milk...” He nodded.
Everyone loved Beth’s grandmother, whom most people called Granny. She was that sort of lady. And when Beth had agreed to marry him, when a furious Rick had kept encouraging his daughter to think this through a little more, Granny had been happy for them. Dan would never forget that. She’d taken his hand in hers and smiled up into his eyes and said, “Marriage is a blessing, Danny. May you two be brilliantly happy.” For a guy who’d grown up with minimal encouragement, her words had meant the world.
“Granny, we should go,” Beth called. “We need to get back.”
“No, I’d better mind the store,” Granny said with a decisive shake of her head. “It’s too early to close.”
Beth and Dan exchanged a glance.
“Danny will mind the shop, Granny,” Beth said. “Right, Danny?”
“Yeah, of course,” Dan said. “Don’t worry, Granny, I’ll take care of everything.”
Granny brushed her hands off and came back toward them. “Are you sure, Danny?”
