In His Eyes. Gail Martin Gaymer

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СКАЧАТЬ notation confused her, and she stopped and reread the note. “Connor, we need to double check the porch.” She rose and headed for the doorway.

      When she looked back, Connor had lowered the burner on the stove and turned to follow her. They stepped into the icy surroundings. Snowmobiles flew across the frozen channel, drawing her memory back to the large hunks of ice jamming against each other in the water as she crossed Lake St. Clair from the mainland.

      She shivered, and Connor drew nearer, his arms rising, then lowering again as if he wanted to put them around her. “It’s too cold to be out here without a coat,” he said.

      “It’ll only take a minute.” She hurried to the far side of the enclosure and pointed. “We want to begin the screened porch here.”

      “Right.”

      She handed him the end of the tape measure and backed up to the far wall. “Sixteen feet for the room’s length, then. I know it’s eleven and a half wide.” She drew in the tape as she returned to him. “What about this window over the sink? What did you decide?”

      “You suggested leaving it as a window to pass food out for a picnic, and then you said you could block it with shelving on the inside.” He rubbed his temple as if the action would clear his memory. “I think that was it.”

      “Which do you prefer? I like the opening.”

      “Me, too, but what I’d really like is to get you inside.” He stepped behind her and grasped her arms, then shifted her around to face the doorway into the house. The heat from his nearness swept up her arms into her chest, and she felt his warm breath against her cheek.

      Ellene longed to jerk from his grasp, but the feeling was too pleasant. Fighting her own longing, she eased away with her one-word reminder. “Business.”

      Connor’s gaze lowered, and his smile faded. “It’s easy to forget.”

      “Well, don’t, or you’ll have to find another contractor to handle this.” She winced. Once again, she could see her father’s face as he reprimanded her for not letting the past go and not handling the job like a professional.

      Connor pushed open the outside door, and when they stepped in, Caitlin was sitting in the chair, staring at the computer.

      Connor sucked in a gasp. “You didn’t touch anything, did you sweetheart?”

      The child looked at him with a frown. “No.”

      “Good,” he said, ignoring the look. He moved toward the fireplace and tossed a log onto the kindling, then struck a match.

      Ellene watched mesmerized as the kindling burst into flames and licked upward toward the bark. The flicker lent a homey look to the large room.

      When she turned, Caitlin scooted off the chair and let Ellene sit again to finish her work. She glanced at her watch. “I’m just about done.” She scrolled the document, then hit Save and closed the program.

      The aroma from Connor’s dinner preparations blanketed her. This time her stomach gave a soft growl.

      Caitlin tittered at the sound, then stepped back to let Ellene rise. “Are you going home?”

      “I sure am. It’s late.”

      Connor looked over his shoulder. “Why won’t you eat with us, Ellene? It’s almost ready. Goulash. Not gourmet but filling.”

      “Eat with us,” Caitlin said, a whole different child than Ellene had met when she arrived.

      “Sorry. I really must go.”

      She closed the computer and snapped the lock, but as she reached for the handle, the side doorbell chimed. Before Connor answered it, the door swung open. An elderly woman in a navy pea jacket slipped inside, wearing boots that looked big enough to fit Connor. When she turned, Ellene recognized Connor’s aunt.

      “Aunt Phyllis,” Connor said, stepping over to give her a hug. “Come in. You remember Ellene.”

      The woman’s eyes widened in surprise. “The mind isn’t what it used to be, but I could never forget Ellene.” She grasped Ellene’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “How are you dear? It’s so good to see you.”

      “I’m fine, and nice to see you,” Ellene said, surprised at the woman’s warm greeting.

      Aunt Phyllis dragged snow across the room as she sought Caitlin and pulled her into an embrace.

      “You’re too cold,” Caitlin said drawing back.

      “It’s colder than the Arctic out there, and it’s starting to snow heavily again.”

      Connor shifted to the fireplace, tossing on a smaller branch, then poked at the wood, sending sparks skittering up the flue.

      Snow. Ellene had seen enough snow the past year to keep her happy for many white Christmases. “Then I’d better—”

      “Did you just drop by for a visit?” Connor’s aunt asked.

      “Not really. My father owns Bordini Construction, and I’m working up an estimate for a renovation project.”

      Connor gave her a disappointed look, and Ellene realized he hadn’t shared the information with his aunt.

      “Sorry,” she mouthed, trying to block the view from Aunt Phyllis. “He’s just thinking about it,” Ellene added, hoping to smooth her faux pas.

      “I wanted to surprise you, Aunt Phyllis, once I knew it was a go. I know how disappointed you get when—”

      “God be praised,” the woman said. “I’d have my prayers answered if you were thinking of moving here, Connor. I don’t like being alone on the island when things happen.”

      When things happen. The words sounded ominous, but Ellene wasn’t going to ask what things. Not knowing seemed the lesser of evils.

      Aunt Phyllis pulled off her jacket and lapped it over the back of a chair. “Last year we were without electricity for nearly a week when the lines froze. It’s not uncommon here on the island.”

      Connor sputtered a laugh. “Aunt Phyllis if you’re trying to encourage me to move to the island, that won’t help my enthusiasm.”

      “Let the Lord be in charge, Connor.”

      Ellene felt her brows lift, wondering what she meant.

      Aunt Phyllis must have noticed her arched eyebrows and Connor’s gaping mouth. “Proverbs sixteen,” she said. “A man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.”

      Ellene hid her grin as she watched Connor sort through the words. Her gaze shifted to the blaze dancing in the fireplace while glowing embers sprinkled from the grate onto the hearth.

      “You can plan all you want, Connor,” his aunt said, “but if the good Lord wants you living on the island, that’s where you’ll be.”

      Connor scooted past her and whispered in Ellene’s СКАЧАТЬ