deep breath she drew definitely sounded shaky. “I called them last night when someone tried to break into the house.”
CHAPTER TWO
“ARE YOU OKAY?” Rob said. “Are your kids all right?”
Hearing the concern in his voice, Valerie felt the tension inside her relax a little. “We’re fine. The police arrived while the guy was still trying to jimmy the back door lock, so they caught and arrested him on the spot.”
“Thank God. You spent the rest of the night with a neighbor, right?”
“Um…no. We don’t really know our neighbors yet—we only moved in last week.”
“You went to a motel?”
“We stayed here, and I pushed a couple of pieces of furniture in front of the doors.” Valerie thought back to the struggle of sliding the kitchen cupboard across the floor. “Heavy furniture.”
By his stunned silence, she could tell Rob thought her choice a poor one. Who made him the expert, anyway? She could take care of herself and her kids without a man’s input.
After a moment, he cleared his throat. “Well, you’re right about one thing—you do need your locks changed this morning. That’s no problem—I’ll be there within the hour.”
“Thanks.” She set the phone down, propped her chin on her knuckles and closed her eyes. Grace and Connor were still asleep in her bed, where they’d all cuddled once the police had left and the doors were blocked. Valerie had stayed awake, listening to the multitude of night sounds and wondering about the windows, which were locked but vulnerable nonetheless. She’d never been quite so glad to see a sunrise as she was this morning.
Before she could give in to the need for a nap, the black van Rob had driven yesterday pulled into her drive. Blue and white lettering on the side advertised Warren and Sons Locksmiths. Somewhere in the middle of last night’s terse police questions and frantic children’s tears, her brain had latched on to a fact she’d only skimmed yesterday afternoon—Rob Warren was a locksmith. His phone number on Ginny’s information sheet had relieved at least one of her worries.
With a strength that seemed to come out of nowhere, she pushed the TV cabinet away from the front door. “I’m so glad to see you,” she called as he and Ginny crossed the grass. “Thanks for coming out this early.” Her pleasure in seeing him was totally out of proportion to the occasion. He was coming to do a job. Right?
Rob stopped at the foot of the porch steps and grinned at her. “You’re more than welcome. I’d have come last night, if you’d called. I hate to think of y’all barricaded behind furniture to stay safe.” He looked the way a man should on a hot Saturday morning in August—relaxed and comfortable in a dark blue T-shirt and faded jeans that hung a little loose on his long legs, with his hair combed back and damp from a shower.
“Grace and Connor are still asleep,” she said, willing her pulse to slow down. “But it’s good to see you, Ginny. Come in and make yourself at home.”
Ginny moved ahead of her dad, who waited behind her as she slowly climbed the steps—one crutch, then the other and then her braced legs. Her face was a frozen blank, as if she was trying to deny her own effort.
Valerie held the door open, then followed father and daughter inside. “I apologize for the place being such a wreck. We just moved in last week, and I’m still unpacking boxes at night after work. The kitchen’s the neatest, Ginny, if you want to sit in there.”
Unlike her dad, Ginny did not have a ready smile. “Whatever.”
Rob glanced at her with lowered brows, but didn’t comment. “Which locks did this guy mess with?”
“The front and back doors. He wasn’t a pro, obviously, because he didn’t get through either one, and started pounding away with something, trying just to break the door open. The police said he used a tire iron.”
Nodding, Rob turned back to the front door and squatted down to examine the deformed dead bolt and splintered wood around it. His long fingers moved lightly across the different surfaces. He clicked his tongue. “This lock was no great shakes to begin with. But he’s pretty much destroyed your door.” In a clean, easy motion, he straightened to his full height. “How about the back?”
“This way.” She led him through to the kitchen and heard Ginny follow them across the wood floor with a thump of crutches.
“Oops, I haven’t moved that cupboard yet.”
“Excuse me.” His warm hand on her shoulder gently set her aside.
Valerie made sure Ginny took a chair at the kitchen table and then went to join him in pushing the big, heavy piece.
Rob shook his head. “I’ll get this.”
She put her hands on the oak frame. “I can move my own furniture.”
“I see that. But you don’t have to while I’m here. Just step back.”
“All you have to add is ‘little lady’ and I’ll believe you’re John Wayne.” She didn’t smile as she said it.
His eyes widened and his mouth firmed into a straight line. “Well then, since I’m not the Duke, I guess we’ll do it your way.”
“I will admit,” Valerie said when they’d shoved the cupboard against the wall, “that putting this thing in place again with you took a lot less time than moving it by myself.”
Rob gave her a wink before turning to the back door. This time, he didn’t need to bend over to see the damage. “Looks like he went at this one harder ’cause he didn’t figure he’d be seen in back. This is another new door and lock. And the door frame’s damaged, too. Before you can put in a decent lock, that’ll need to be replaced.”
Valerie dropped into a chair at the table. “So we really can’t stay here another night. I know a carpenter won’t come out on Saturday.” On top of a sleepless night—and Con’s phone call—the whole ordeal pressed down on her shoulders with the weight of a millstone. “I hate leaving our stuff at the mercy of whoever comes by. But—”
“Hold on a minute.” Rob sat down across from her, with Ginny between them. “We can do better than that. I’ve hung a few doors in my time, but I’ve got a couple of friends who are professionals. Let me see what I can rustle up.”
“You don’t—”
He didn’t wait for her protest, but whipped out his cell phone and punched in a number. “Hey, Adam. Yeah, I actually did. Sorry ’bout that. Listen, have you and Dixon got plans this morning? I have a lady in distress here, and I think you could help.” After an explanation and a few quick words, he closed the phone. “There you go—they’ll be here in about an hour. They were just sitting down to breakfast.”
Valerie set aside her irritation at the “lady in distress” description and got to her feet. “Speaking of food, have you eaten anything, either of you?” She looked at Ginny, who pouted and shook her head. “Well, that’s a problem I can solve right away.”
Rob put up a hand. “Why don’t
