The Single Dad Next Door. Jessica Keller

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      “Sorry. I can’t stop.” She kept her back to him. “I have so much to get done and not enough hours to do it in. I really don’t have time to talk to you right now.”

      “Please? It’ll only take a few minutes.”

      She rocked back on her heels and squinted up at him. “Some people don’t have the luxury of relaxing all the time. We have to work while other people get things handed to them. Besides, I wouldn’t want anyone thinking I was freeloading, would I? Don’t you want the flower beds of your inn to look good for the next guests arriving tomorrow?”

      He chose to ignore the freeloading barb she’d tossed into the conversation, seeing as he’d come to apologize.

      A story from the Bible played across his mind, as they’d been doing so often lately since he’d started reading it again. It was the part in the New Testament when Jesus spoke at Mary and Martha’s house and Martha was too busy taking care of everyone to listen and became upset with Mary for sitting at the feet of Jesus instead of helping.

      Did God want him to remind Maggie of that Bible story? It felt like it. But Kellen couldn’t be sure. He’d spent so many years ignoring when he felt God wanted him to do something to know for certain. He might be a grown man, but despite being raised in the church, he was still only a young Christian.

      With the way he had acted this morning, he couldn’t blame her for being worried and upset after finding out he owned the place where she currently lived and worked—but he could end both of those emotions for her by being honest about the will.

      He bent down to be eye level with her. “Martha, Martha. You are worried and upset about many things. Aren’t you?”

      Maggie turned back to the flower bed. “Not that it probably matters to you, but my name isn’t Martha.”

      “I know.”

      She kept her eyes focused on the ground. “I’m surprised that you know the Bible at all, seeing as you were going to ditch Ida’s as quickly as an old newspaper.”

      Kellen forced his shoulders to relax as he held back the response that came to his lips. “My dad is a minister.”

      “Could have fooled me.”

      It was going to take everything in him to apologize to Maggie without snapping back at her. Kellen took a deep breath and counted to ten before speaking. “You’re right. I wasn’t a good church kid growing up. I rejected everything my dad taught and lived life by my terms for a long time. God kept chasing me, though, and I’m His for good now. The funniest thing is, now my dad’s old sermons keep coming back to me at the oddest times.”

      She yanked out another weed.

      He moved a foot away and kneeled in the flower bed.

      She watched him out of the corner of her eye. “You’ll ruin those fancy designer jeans.”

      Kellen ran his fingers over the mulch. “I always wondered if Martha had just asked the people gathered to hear Jesus talk if they would help her, the chores could have all been done in a couple minutes and then she could have been sitting there at the Lord’s feet next to her sister.”

      “Maybe she had no one to ask. Or maybe she knew it would be a waste of time to ask because no one would come to her rescue. Maybe Martha was all on her own and knew her sister wasn’t about to leave what she was doing to help.” She yanked out a weed with so much force it took out the flower next to it, as well. “Maybe, like me, she had no choice. What if she felt like she was drowning and losing what she cared about and she...?” Maggie shook her head. “So don’t talk to me about helping.”

      Dare he challenge her? “Is it that you’re alone, or is it that you refuse to ask for help?”

      “You don’t understand what I’m saying.” She shot him a glare and inched farther away. “I’m done talking to you.”

      Kellen yanked out a weed.

      Maggie rocked back onto her heels and let out a huff. “Just what are you doing?”

      He shrugged. “Sharing the load.”

      “I’d rather not be around you right now. I know this inn belongs to you and I’ll leave as soon as you say so, but for now I just want an evening to remember how beautiful it is and—”

      Kellen sat down firmly and faced her. “Maggie, you need to chill for a second. I came here to tell you that I’m not going to— Ouch.” A small stabbing pain shot into the side of his neck. Then another. He swatted his neck, and his hand collided with a large bug. Another one buzzed near his ear. “Bees.”

       No. Not again.

      Maggie got to her feet. “Did they sting you?”

      His throat was already closing up. A rush of blurry warmth flooded his brain. “Allergic.” He wheezed out the word. Why did it have to be his neck? Swelling there would make his breathing much harder than his normal reaction. The bees had chosen to inject their poison in the worst place possible.

      Black dots painted across his vision. Kellen tried to stand, but he fell backward.

      Maggie wrapped her arm around his shoulders and helped him stumble to a lounge chair.

      “Do you only get a rash, or are you allergic-allergic? Is this a CPR type of thing? Because I took training once, but I’m not real confident. Do I need to call for an ambulance?” Her eyes were wide, searching his face.

      Kellen fought to keep his eyes open, but the whole world was swirling. Maggie’s hair looked twice as big as normal. “EpiPen. My bathroom. Black bag. Quick.”

      The last thing he saw was Maggie taking off across the yard.

      If he died, what would happen to his girls?

       Chapter Three

      Shoving open the front door to the cottage, Maggie banged into a couch that had been moved to a new location. Ida used to have all the furniture lining the walls. But this wasn’t Ida’s home any longer, was it?

      Maggie’s body shook with adrenaline as she sucked in a ragged breath.

      Four sets of eyes landed on her. All of them held questions.

      Mr. Rowe grabbed her arm to steady her. “Maggie. You don’t look so well.”

      “Emergency. It’s medical. Call 9-1-1.”

      “What’s wrong, dear?” Diane, Mr. Rowe’s wife, wrapped her arms around the two little girls.

      Maggie’s thoughts piled up together like an accident on the expressway. How much information should she tell them? No time. She needed to help Kellen.

      The bathroom. She had to find the black bag.

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