The Lawman's Second Chance. Ruth Herne Logan

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      “It’s okay to grieve, Dad.”

      “I know that.” He paused and let his gaze wander the pretty sight of the well-kept nursery. “This was her doing, you know.”

      Lisa had heard this all before, but if Dad wanted to tell the story again, she’d let him.

      “I thought we’d do well with beef cattle. And we did, to a point. But then your mother branched out from gardening to plant production. Those first greenhouses...” He smiled, remembering. “You were just a baby and Adam wasn’t born yet, but your mother and I fashioned them by wrapping metal poles around the silo with the tractor to get a perfect curvature. Then Uncle Dave welded them to the base frame. We added plastic sheeting covers and an old wood stove to maintain temperatures overnight, and a new business was born.”

      “It may have been Mom’s idea, but your hand helps stir every pot on the place, Dad.”

      “Because I’m no fool,” he declared, laughing. “And when you took after your mother, with that knack for growing things and promotional planning, I realized I’d be smart to be the brawn of the operation and let you two be the brains.”

      “I like the sound of that.” She pointed to the back area, where piles of mulch outlined a large, curved loading area. “Which mulches do I need to replenish?”

      “Black, red and natural.”

      She nodded and moved inside. “I’ll email the order over so we have delivery by Monday. And we’re okay on bagged varieties?”

      “For now I’d hold off on the pre-bags.”

      “Gotcha. Hey, I’m going to the nine o’clock service in the morning.”

      He turned, puzzled, because the choir sang at the ten-thirty service and Lisa sang with the choir. “Because?”

      “I’m stopping by the old Ramsey place for a consult after church and I want to get back here early. If today was any indication, tomorrow will be cranking busy and I want to have time to meet people. Talk with them.”

      “Just like your mother.”

      He smiled when he said it, but Lisa understood the ache inside. The upcoming holiday would be their first Mother’s Day without Maggie Fitzgerald. Lisa didn’t want to think about it, and if keeping busy at the garden center kept the loss of her energetic mother off her mind, all the better, but it was hard when every flower she touched, every order she placed, every display she arranged reminded her of where her talent came from.

      Her mother. Gone in her mid-fifties from debilitating heart disease caused by a blood infection. Who would have thought such a thing possible?

      Not Lisa. Not after her mother had championed Lisa through two rounds of chemo, multiple surgeries and weeks of exhausting radiation. Maggie had been a go-getter who raised two kids and looked forward to teaching her grandchildren the ins and outs of the gardening business she loved. She’d lived just long enough to see Rosie take her first steps, a new generation of Fitzgeralds on the run.

      And then she passed away, just after Christmas.

      Lisa shoved the encroaching melancholy aside and forced herself to remember the good times. Her mother was a staunch Christian, and a determined adversary of people who let obstacles mar their paths. Maggie’s motto? Go for it. Get it done.

      Lisa felt the same way, but that didn’t ease the sense of loss. Still, keeping Gardens & Greens booming was the best way to salute her mother’s memory and keep her father’s grief sidelined.

      * * *

      Sunday morning chaos. How could someone who commanded a troop of officers manage to mess things up repeatedly on Sunday mornings?

      And just when Alex thought they might get out the door for the early service at Good Shepherd, the doorbell rang. He looked out the window. His hopes for a quick getaway plummeted.

      Jenny’s mother. Here. In Allegany County. And of course the house looked like an F-2 tornado had just raced through, leaving a path of total devastation in its wake. And here was Nancy Armstrong, her new luxury vehicle parked behind his SUV, looking like she might be ready to move in.

      Murphy’s Law resounded in his brain: if something can go wrong, it will, and at the worst possible time.

      He opened the door, wishing Josh and Becky hadn’t picked that moment to mushroom their verbal argument into full-scale hand-to-hand mortal combat. “Hey. Stop it, you guys! Becky, let go of him.”

      “He took my game!”

      “I wanna play Super Power Rangers!”

      “Find yours!”

      “You lost mine!”

      “Did not!”

      “Did—”

      “Josh. Stop. Now.” Alex plucked the scrappy boy up from the carpet and kept him out of Becky’s reach, but it wasn’t as easy as it used to be. Becky had grown, which meant a shopping trip and the ensuing arguments over clothing. Emma couldn’t care less about what she wore, and if someone saved her the trouble of shopping so she could get lost in a book, all the better.

      Becky?

      Her word was law in the kids’ department.

      “Give it to me.”

      Alex plucked the electronic game system from Josh and held it up. “That’s not how you ask for things, Becky.”

      “I shouldn’t have to ask for it,” Becky screeched. “It’s mine! He took it!”

      “I need it!” wailed Josh.

      “Well, you can’t have it. It’s mine.” Becky stomped her foot, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “And no one...” she angled a scathing look up, a glare that included her father and brother “...has my permission to use it.”

      Nancy’s quick intake of breath screamed disappointment in him and her grandchildren’s behavior.

      Becky’s decision to make a hard-line stance right now was a big mistake. Huge. First to mouth off to her father, but second to do it in front of her disapproving grandmother. Nancy had suggested in the past that he would most likely muck up raising her daughter’s children. The current scene gave him little room for argument.

      She’d also opposed his decision to move the family to the more rustic, rural Troop A area. She’d accused him of running away. What she didn’t get was how soul-tired weary a guy could get fighting crime in the city. Surrounded by need and want, desperation and dejection. Losing Jenny left enough sadness in his life.

      He’d opted for this new setting purposely, a fresh start. Trees and hills. Peace and quiet.

      Well, okay, that last was purely subjective, considering the battle of wills raging between his kids now.

      He trained his gaze firmly on Becky, hoping she wouldn’t pick this moment to dig her heels in. “Go to СКАЧАТЬ