what they say about the cobbler’s children having no shoes,” he said with a laugh. “Except that’s no longer true. This one’s yours.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. She had so not expected this. “Oh, Pops, thank you. It’s beautiful!”
“Like you.”
“Stop that. You’re going to make me cry.”
He hugged her. “It’s true.”
Nicole laid her head on his shoulder. She knew better. Her mouth was too wide, and her hair too straight, just like her body. Guys never seemed to give her a second look.
She squeezed him and then walked over to the bookcase she’d been working on, half tempted to pick up her sanding paper. “Thanks for feeling sorry for me and getting me out of the house.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I heard Mom when I was in the hallway.”
“Oh.” He rummaged in his toolbox and handed her a sheet of garnet sanding paper. “She means well—she knows how much you want a family, and we’ve both seen the way you look at Sam and Amy. And little Grace.” He put his arm around her. “Honey, I know it was bad after Stuart married what’s her name—”
“Tiffany.”
“Yeah, her. But the point is, eventually you’ll have to risk your heart again.”
If only her heart wasn’t a block of ice. Nicole wasn’t sure she’d ever be willing to trust another man.
“Your mom just wants you to be happy.”
She quirked her mouth in a wry grin. “And Jake O’Neil and his cousin Peter Elliott are at the top of her list of eligible men in Cedar Grove.”
Her dad laughed. “Could be worse.”
“But pushing me on Peter isn’t the answer. I spend two hours a month with the man at the city council meetings, and not once has he indicated he might be interested in me. Other than to get my vote on one of his pet projects.”
“Speaking of votes, I talked to Hugh yesterday. He’s talking about not running for the mayor’s office again in the next election.”
Her heart kicked up a notch. She hadn’t heard that. “Really? Why not?”
“He said he’d been having a few health problems. If he doesn’t run, that would get rid of one of the obstacles you mentioned when we talked about you running for mayor.”
Her mind raced. She’d known and respected Hugh Gordon all her life, but he wasn’t the most effective mayor Cedar Grove could have. If he didn’t run, and if she could win the election, she could implement a plan she’d been working on with Judge Connors, an old friend of her dad’s.
“Whatever you’re thinking, I like it,” her father said. Then he wrinkled his nose. “Except if you become mayor, I’ll have to get someone to run the office.”
The family-owned company was small, and Nicole did it all, from bookkeeping to answering the phone. “Do you really think I could get elected?”
“I don’t know why not. You handily won the city council seat, and the mayor’s office will be a cinch, too. But you need to start campaigning now, let people see you helping out at places...like the children’s shelter. I doubt Cheryl would mind if you canceled your outing.”
“Pops!”
“I’m serious, Nic. You know as well as I do that you would have jumped on helping out if your mom hadn’t been the one to suggest it. I’ve heard you say a dozen times the shelter is a good thing for Cedar Grove. If you’re seriously considering the mayor’s race, you need to get your name out there and quit hiding your light under a bushel. And who knows, you and Peter might just hit it off.”
She stared at him. “Not you, too.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You never know—”
She put her hands on her hips. “I know this. South Mississippi will freeze over before Peter Elliott ever asks me for a date.”
Or his cousin Jake.
THE SUN HUNG low on the horizon as Peter walked to his car. He’d tucked the letter from his grandfather in his briefcase to read later tonight. Right now he had to answer a text from the director of the children’s shelter. Call me.
As he dialed Sarah Redding’s cell phone number, he shrugged out of his suit coat. It was unseasonably warm weather for the last of November. That was one thing he’d enjoyed since returning home—the odd days of warm weather in fall and winter. Of course, tomorrow it could be thirty.
Sarah answered on the first ring. “We have a problem.”
“We always have a problem, Sarah,” he responded.
“Well, you know that recent storm damage we had, it’s more extensive than I first thought. And we have the state inspector coming next Monday. I’m afraid we won’t be ready in time. I’ve put the word out for volunteers this Saturday, but—”
“Just hold on, I’ll be there in five minutes. We’ll figure out something.”
That was another good thing about Cedar Grove. A person could go anywhere in town in less than ten minutes. Sarah met him at his car. “I don’t see how they can expect us to get all this done in seven days.”
“Did you call them and explain?”
“I tried to, but they wouldn’t budge.”
He took the list of repairs from her hand and scanned it. Whoa. The roof needed repairing, windows needed to be unstuck, shutters replaced or repaired, leaves were too close to the foundation, holes needed to be filled in the yard, receptacles...the list went on. No way could they get all this done without hiring a crew, and that they didn’t have money for.
“Have you contacted Mr. Davis?” Davis was a handyman the center used for repairs.
“He’s in the hospital with a broken leg—he fell off a roof. I’ve called a few other contractors, but with this warm weather they’re all busy trying to beat the rain predicted for this weekend.”
“Show me what needs to be done inside.”
He followed her through the back door into the kitchen where Tyler Bennett sat at the table. Peter had almost forgotten the trouble the boy had gotten into. “Hey, Tyler. Did something happen at school today?”
The teenager brushed a mop of brown hair away from his forehead, revealing defiant blue eyes.
Sarah folded her arms. “He’s suspended for three days.”
Peter struggled to keep disappointment from his voice. “What was it this time, Tyler?” Even though he knew the answer, he wanted to hear the boy’s side.
Tyler’s
