Healing the Widower's Heart. Susan Mason Anne
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      “Well, now that you mention it.” His lips snagged up in a grin.

      “So you hung out with the Porters in the summer. What else?” She sensed there was more to the story.

      George shrugged. “Jim was an older father and not the outdoorsy type. So I took Nate boating and fishing and taught him to swim. We...bonded.”

      The conversation stopped when the door opened. Nathan reappeared, tugging a child behind him. The boy stood scowling at George and Paige, his arms crossed over his striped T-shirt. His hair, a lighter version of his father’s, looked as if someone had just tousled it. Probably Lou. The jolly cook had a soft spot for kids, especially troublesome boys.

      Paige’s focus shifted to Nathan Porter, this time paying more attention to his appearance. With black hair that waved over his forehead, sculpted cheekbones, a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes, Nathan Porter was one of the most handsome men Paige had ever met. A pity he wasn’t more pleasant. She pulled her gaze away and focused on the guy she was really here to see as Nathan gave the boy a nudge forward.

      “Zachary, you remember Mr. Reynolds. And this is Miss McFarlane. She’s in charge of the camp you’ll be attending.”

      Taking her cue, Paige crouched in front of the still-frowning boy and smiled. “Hi, Zach. You can call me Paige.”

      Zach turned angry eyes on his father. “She’s a girl. How’s this camp going to be any fun if she’s in charge?”

      Nathan’s dark eyebrows slammed together. “Zachary, apologize to Miss McFarlane right this minute.”

      Zach planted his feet more firmly on the carpet. “I won’t.”

      “If this is the way you’re going to behave, then—”

      Paige rose and quickly laid her hand on the man’s arm. “Mr. Porter, could I talk to Zach alone for a moment?”

      Both man and boy turned furious eyes on her, and Paige stifled a sigh. She’d have her work cut out for her, if she decided to take on this challenge. Instead of clinging to the remaining parent, as was most often the case, Zach oozed anger and defiance at his father. She had to admit the unusual dynamics of this father/son relationship piqued her professional curiosity.

      “I don’t want to talk to her.” Zach’s eyes shot daggers at her while Nathan’s face turned a mottled shade of red.

      Drastic action was needed to defuse the situation. “Do you like animals, Zach?”

      Still frowning, he shrugged.

      “I thought we could go down to the barn. We have four horses. And our cat, Misty, had kittens a few weeks ago. What do you say?”

      A gleam of interest lit up his brown eyes for a moment, but the scowl returned, and he clamped his mouth shut.

      Paige waited a beat, then shook her head. “That’s too bad. Guess I’ll just leave you here with your dad and find another camper who wants to help with the animals. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Porter.” She started toward the door, ignoring the looks of disbelief on George’s and Nathan Porter’s faces.

      “Wait.” Zach’s voice rang with desperation.

      Hand on the doorknob, her back to the boy, Paige’s lips twitched in victory. She sobered and turned to face him. “Yes, Zach?”

      “I guess going to the barn is better than hanging around here.”

      Paige looked to Nathan for confirmation. He only nodded, his expression hovering somewhere between frustration and bewilderment.

      “Good. We’ll be back later then.”

      Before father or son could change his mind, Paige ushered Zach out the door.

      On the way to the stables, she offered silent prayers Heavenward for help with this angry boy and slowed her steps to accommodate Zach, who trudged along beside her as though she were taking him to the dentist for a filling. Hopefully the horses and kittens would provide the icebreaker she needed.

      “So what’s your favorite animal?” she asked as they walked, dust kicking up from the dirt path.

      “Dinosaurs.” He glared over at her, as if daring her to contradict his choice.

      “Dinosaurs are cool. I bet you like the T. rex best.”

      His eyes grew wide. “How did you know?”

      “Most boys love them. I like the raptors.”

      Zach’s eyes went even wider. “You know about raptors?”

      “Sure. I’ve seen Jurassic Park, like, a hundred times.” She gave silent thanks for her brother’s obsession with dinosaurs years earlier.

      “Me, too.”

      “So what type of pet do you like best?”

      “Dogs. But cats are okay, too.” He kicked at a stone on the path.

      “George and Catherine have a golden retriever named Goliath. Maybe George will bring you over to see him.”

      When they reached the stable, Paige grabbed the heavy wooden door that squeaked as it opened, and flipped on the overhead lights. The pungent odors of manure and hay assaulted their nostrils. Zach wrinkled his nose as he stepped inside.

      “I’ll show you the horses first.” She led the way to a stall where a large brown head peered over the door. “This is Mabel. She’s our oldest mare.”

      Zach hung back, scuffing the toe of his sneaker on the dirt floor. Most kids who’d never been around horses were nervous the first time they encountered one. She reached out to stroke Mabel’s nose, and the animal whinnied in greeting. “She’s very gentle. Would you like to pat her?”

      The boy hesitated, eying the horse’s big head.

      “I’ll show you how if you want.”

      Zach looked up at her, brown eyes wide and uncertain. With the harshness of his scowl finally gone, Paige caught a glimpse of the vulnerable, lost child inside. Her heart squeezed with sympathy, knowing firsthand the pain and confusion that haunted him, and at that moment, she made her decision. Despite some lingering reservations, Paige resolved to do whatever she could, not only to help Zach get over the loss of his mother, but to heal his relationship with his father, as well. Zach needed to be able to depend on the only parent he had left.

      Zach held out his hand. Paige took the warm fingers in hers, still sticky from Lou’s cookies, and reached up to place them on the mare’s nose. When he relaxed, she moved their hands up and down until he was stroking Mabel on his own.

      “I think she likes you.” Paige’s comment earned a wavering smile from the boy. “Maybe next time we could bring her some treats. She loves apples and carrots.”

      They continued down the corridor, greeting the gelding, Horatio, and two more mares, Sadie and Matilda. Zach’s confidence grew with each encounter.

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