he needed to seal the deal.
“One of these days you’re going to find someone,” Gary had said in that avuncular way that could either set Luke’s teeth on edge or make him smile.
Today he was feeling out of sorts. When he was done with this house it would be the fifth house he had rehabbed in the past three years. It would be the fifth time he put all his energy, imagination and personality into a house, only to turn around and let someone else settle into the home he had worked so hard to create. Truth be told, he was getting tired of the work. Getting tired of his life. Sure he wanted to settle down, and once upon a time, in a rosy and perfect past, he would have.
But Jocelyn kept putting off the wedding date, and after the fourth time, Luke gave her an ultimatum.
The next day he sold the house they had bought and since then, he had owned lots of houses but never had a home.
“You’re my account manager, Chuck, not my personal adviser,” Luke grumbled, shoving his hand through his hair. He needed a haircut. It seemed he always needed a haircut. And a shave. Just too busy to keep up the appearances. No wonder he was still single.
“I’m also your uncle. And ever since Al died, I’m allowed to take over his father role.”
Chuck’s quick claim on Luke made him smile. From the day Luke had come to Al’s home as a surly twelve-year-old foster child, Al’s brother, Chuck, had insisted Luke call him Uncle.
“I don’t need a father anymore, Chuck,” Luke said.
“Everyone needs a father. I still miss my father. Especially now with Al gone.”
“How are you doing?” Luke asked, leaning against the warm hood of the truck, his gaze alternating between his money pit and the house beside it.
Three kids and a widow.
“I’m okay. Sure, I miss my brother, but I’m more worried about you. You didn’t stick around very long after the funeral.”
Guilt settled around Luke like a dark cloud. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just…” his voice petered out.
“Okay. I won’t push. But you make sure when you’re done with that house up in the wilds of Northern Alberta that you come down to Victoria and see me and your Aunt Rose.”
“I will.”
“And as for Lillian?”
“Uncle Chuck, don’t push. And don’t tell her where I live.”
The pause in the conversation told him this warning had come too late.
“I’m sorry. I thought I was helping.”
“Maybe she’ll just hit a bar and forget what you told her. But I gotta go. Take care, and I’ll call you in a couple of days.”
Luke said goodbye, then snapped his phone shut and slipped it in his pocket.
A whine from the truck shifted his attention from the past to the present. He should take Cooper for a walk. The poor dog had been patient the long drive up. Maybe he could put him in the backyard.
He walked across the overgrown, patchy lawn, the line of demarcation between his and the neighbor’s lawn a stubby hedge leading to a rickety fence separating the backyards. A perfect before and after image, Luke thought. Green and lush on one side, and decidedly otherwise on his side.
The worn fence listed to one side.
The yard was in even worse shape than the house. Paint cans were piled in a tumbled heap against the fence. Discarded bicycle bodies lay rusted on the overgrown grass beside endless stacks of misshapen cardboard boxes. The only thing missing was a car jacked up on blocks.
He thought the crew might have done some cleaning up, but no.
Luke glanced from the decrepit yard to the house. Gary had been right about the place’s promise. The huge yard, the corner lot, the older house with its gabled dormers and bay windows, all created potential curb appeal.
It would make a great family home, Luke thought with a touch of wistfulness. All it needed was a major cash input and, well, a family.
The money Luke had. The soft drink franchise he and his foster father, Al, had run had done okay. And when Al died, Luke sold the business. He’d never had a heart for it, so he turned his attention to real estate. He had enough money to move quickly on old houses, hire the right crews and wait until the market grew favorable to sell them.
Money wasn’t the problem.
But family? Somehow, money couldn’t solve that particular problem.
Luke turned back to the yard, imagining away the junk, the overgrown grass and picturing children in the yard, a wife sitting in a chair. His dog snoozing in the sun.
The perfect suburban family.
The family he thought he’d have a good start on by now.
A flash of color from the other yard distracted him from his internal grumbling. A little girl was tossing a stuffed bear into the air, her brown curls bouncing and bobbling as she picked it up and threw it again. A little boy sat on the steps overlooking the yard, bent over a book.
“C’mon, Todd,” the little girl said. “Come and play with me and Berry Bear.”
“I want to finish this chapter before Mom comes,” Todd replied.
A memory teased Luke’s consciousness as he watched the boy. Himself at exactly the same age doing exactly the same thing. Only no younger sister nagged at him to come and play. No mother was expected home any minute. He read because in the stories he immersed himself in, things always turned out okay by the end. Reading was his escape from the empty mobile home and the ever-present fear that his mom might not come home that night.
Go play with your sister, Luke silently urged the boy. You don’t know how lucky you are.
Cooper’s bark broke into his memories. Luke pushed himself away from the fence as Cooper barked again. He had to take the dog out of the truck.
As he turned, a woman pulled up behind his trailer and got out of the car.
The widow, he presumed.
She was younger than he had imagined. Slimmer. Dark hair pulled back under a bandanna, dark eyebrows that winged upward enhancing her eyes. She had a droop to her shoulders, but then she stopped at the end of the sidewalk and a gentle smile eased across her lips. She bent over the flowerpots, picked a wilted blossom out of it and her eyes seemed to brighten.
Luke was still watching her as he walked to his truck and opened the door for his dog.
Bad idea.
Seeing his moment of freedom, Cooper bolted past him, almost knocking him over.
Luke caught himself on the edge of the door, regaining his balance and watched with the horror of inevitability as his Cooper streaked down the sidewalk, all legs and flapping ears and lolling tongue.
“Cooper.
