the early shift behind the bar today. The middle of summer wasn’t a busy time for his CPA business but it was for the bar and grill. It usually worked out well for him, but today he seemed tired and there were new lines around his hazel eyes, the same color as hers. She wondered briefly if the new baby would share their eye color, Ginger’s blue-gray or a shade unique and entirely his own? “How are you and Zach getting along?” J.R. asked before she could start her own line of questioning about his health.
“Fine,” she said automatically.
“Hmm,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “So not very smoothly, huh?” He knew her too well.
Callie cut her eyes to the open door. Her new office had been doing double duty as a storage area since the sprinkler malfunction, although she couldn’t complain; she only had the occasional interruption to deal with, not patients funneling in and out for blood tests and weights and measurements as Zach did. “He’s good at his job,” she said, determined to put the best face on it. “We have different styles of interacting with our patients, that’s all.”
“Coming from the military, he’s had a lot of responsibility thrust on him from a young age. He’s used to being his own boss,” J.R. said. “But I’m confident you two will work it out.”
“Of course we will. We’re both professionals.”
“I know it hasn’t helped that you’re in the other half of the duplex,” J.R. said with a frown. “It’s just...well, things are complicated right now. I didn’t plan far enough ahead. All those years of the two of us rattling around alone at the White Pine, I never realized it could get overcrowded, but it has. Becca’s too old to share a room with her brother, and I assured Ginger I was fine with the baby being in our room, but—”
“It’s a huge improvement over the mini-suite at the Commodore.” She gave an exaggerated mock shudder and was rewarded with a quick smile from her father. “But it’s as much my fault as yours. I should have planned where I’d be staying before I ever got here,” Callie said. “Dad, is everything all right between you and Ginger?” She waited, not quite sure how he would react to such a direct personal question from her. Her father was a very private man.
“It’s not easy getting used to the idea of being a new father when you’re staring your fiftieth birthday in the eye,” he said candidly. He shook his head ruefully, one side of his mouth lifting in a grin.
“Or being a sister when you’re twenty-nine,” Callie admitted, returning the smile. She waited but he didn’t add anything further. “We’ll figure this blended-family thing out together. Deal?”
“Deal,” he said. “Your mother has plenty of room out at her place if it gets too uncomfortable being in such close proximity to Zach Gibson day and night.”
“The prospect of moving in with Mom and the goats and the chickens should be all the incentive I require to come to a truce with my PA.”
She’d made peace with her mother over the years, accepting the reality that Karen could only be happy marching to the beat of her own drummer. J.R., however, had never come to that same acceptance. He might have forgiven Karen for leaving him and their marriage, but never for abandoning Callie. Her parents were civil to each other these days but by no means friendly. Juggling birthdays and holidays without causing hard feelings was stressful for Callie—for all of them, really. Deep down she had to admit that continuing animosity between her parents was the biggest reason she hadn’t come home as often as she could have these past few years.
“That’s settled, then.” J.R. relaxed in his chair, but she knew him too well not to notice that the tension hadn’t completely left him.
“You are okay with the new baby, aren’t you?” Overcoming a lifetime of reticence on her dad’s part—and on hers—wasn’t going to happen overnight, she realized.
“Sure,” he said a little too quickly. “Especially if I get another great little girl like you.”
“Come on, Dad. You can admit you really want a boy.”
He dropped his foot to the floor, not reacting to her smile. “Either one is fine with me as long as he or she and Ginger are both fine.” He stood up. “I’m going to go check in with Rudy and the inspector and see what’s going on. Want to come along?”
“I don’t know anything about electricity, and I don’t want to know any more than it hides in the wall and comes out when you plug something into a socket. Don’t you dare tell anyone I said that. Especially Zach.” She stood up and straightened her shoulders. “But when duty calls, we Laymans step up to the plate.” J.R. opened his mouth and Callie was afraid he might broach the subject of her staying longer than the three months she’d agreed to. “While we’re at it, I could use another receptacle or two in here.”
J.R. took the hint. “We don’t have an unlimited budget, remember. Especially not until we find out how much the insurance company is going to pay for the water damage.”
“Not enough,” Zach’s voice said. Callie glanced away from her father to find her PA standing in the doorway. Her first day in the office he’d worn khakis and an open-throated pale blue dress shirt, but since then he’d shown up in camo-patterned fatigues and olive-green T-shirts beneath his long white lab coat. She didn’t approve of the casualness of his dress but she had to admit the clothes suited his warm skin tone, dull gold hair and military bearing.
“Is something wrong?” She came out from behind her desk as she noted Zach’s grim expression with a sinking sensation in her chest.
“We’ve got wiring problems,” Zach announced.
“Oh, boy,” J.R. muttered under his breath. “That’s not good news.”
“You’re right. It’s not. Evidently the breaker box is going to have to be changed.”
J.R. whistled softly. “That’s going to cost a pretty penny. Are you sure?” Zach nodded. “Well, it can’t be helped. Let’s go hear what the man has to say.”
The two men stepped back so that Callie could lead the way into the staff room at the back of the building. They joined Bonnie Highway, copper-skinned, dark-haired and stout, and Leola Townley, tall and fair with light brown hair and the sharply etched features of her Finnish logger ancestors. They were both staring at the open circuit box as though it contained a nest of snakes. Callie hid a grin.
Rudy, whom she remembered owned a construction business in town, and a middle-aged balding man in jeans and a wrinkled cotton shirt were discussing the wiring, the inspector pointing out problems with the beam of his pencil-size flashlight, Rudy shaking his head and jotting notes on a clipboard. They broke off as the newcomers entered the room. Zach made a quick introduction, Callie first and then J.R.
“We have a serious problem here, Dr. Layman,” the man explained. “Whoever put this box in must have wired it up blindfolded.”
“The building’s over twenty years old. I don’t even remember who the original electrician was,” J.R. admitted.
Rudy lifted his shoulders in a brief shrug. “Before my time.”
“It has to be replaced,” the inspector said, his voice pleasant but implacable. “There’s no way I can approve any upgrades to this box. It’s a miracle you haven’t had a fire before now.”
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