Heart's Haven. Lois Richer

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      “Bad news.”

      “It was, until last night. After the dinner rush, I got a call. The truck had mysteriously arrived in town. It was on a rush order, and if we couldn’t get my stuff unloaded right away I’d have to wait till they were able to come back around—some time next week, while I’m on vacation.” He tossed the rope free, gave Ty a questioning look.

      “Okay,” Ty agreed. “That does sound like God put in some overtime.”

      “It gets better. Two minutes after I got off the phone, Cassidy wandered in to say hello and mentioned she was looking for used equipment. If that isn’t God working, I don’t know what is.”

      “Well, it’s certainly our good fortune.” Cassidy picked up the ropes and set them in a neat pile beside the walk.

      “Oh, Cass, you doubter!” Davis shook his head in disgust and hopped down. “Good fortune, nothing. It’s perfect planning by the Father and you know it.”

      “It’s chance.”

      “Chance?” He hooted with derision, winked at Ty. “How’s this for chance? If that stuff had come while I was away I would’ve had to come back and my family would not have liked that. At all.”

      “That doesn’t mean—”

      Ty didn’t understand why she’d grown so annoyed.

      “If it had come tomorrow morning, I would’ve missed the plane we are supposed to catch—the one with nonrefundable tickets to sun and surf. If I’d had to wait another eight weeks, the repairs they’re doing on the building would’ve had to be put off.” Davis waggled a finger at her. “As I said, God at work.”

      “I think you’re right.” Ty smiled at him.

      “You guys always stick together.” Belligerence colored Cassidy’s voice.

      “I have some repairs planned for around here, too. Moving this stuff in after they’re completed wouldn’t have been easy,” Ty added. He wished Jack had shoveled off all the walks when he’d been asked. Now patches of ice had formed making the sidewalks treacherous.

      “Your boss agrees with me, Cass. Divine Providence at work for both the giver and the receiver. How can you still doubt?”

      Cassidy’s pretty face hardened into rigid lines. “Believe what you want,” she snapped, chin lifting.

      Puzzled by her reaction, Ty walked around the flatbed, studying it from many different angles.

      “How exactly do we get these beasts inside?” he finally asked.

      “Many hands make light work.”

      “Davis is big on these homilies.” Cassidy’s eyes danced with glee. “Actually, Davis is just plain big.”

      “Ha. Cassidy is too funny today.” Her friend didn’t seem to take offense. “Move out of the way, you puny woman. We men have to work.” He flexed his bicep then leaned his head toward Ty. “See the way her eyebrow twitches. That means she’s steamed and she’s thinking up ways to pay us back.”

      “Thanks for the warning.” Judging by the glares the two were exchanging, Ty guessed they’d known each other for quite a while. “Forewarned is forearmed.”

      “Don’t you start.” Cassidy yanked hard on a bit of leftover rope. “I thought you said you’re getting ready for a vacation, Davis. It’s cold out here. Don’t you have something to do other than stand around and jabber?”

      “Tsk tsk. I hoped Europe would have cured you of that crankiness.” Davis pulled out a cell phone and began dialing. “If I can just figure out where my ‘many hands’ are, I will prove how much truth there is in my little homily.”

      He hadn’t completed punching in the last number before a big black truck pulled up to the curb and four muscled men jumped out.

      “About time you got here.” Davis introduced them to Ty.

      Once they’d greeted him, the men took turns wrapping Cassidy in a bear hug, swinging her around, then planting a loud kiss on her cheek. By the time they were finished her face glowed and she giggled like a young girl. Ty couldn’t stop staring at her.

      “Good to see you again, Cass.”

      “Good to see you, too, I think.” When they lunged toward her again, Cassidy stepped backward and pointed to the flatbed. “Could we get some work done here today? It’s supposed to snow again, you know.”

      The four men glanced at Davis. “Hasn’t changed much, has she?”

      “Nope. Just as bossy as she ever was.”

      Cassidy snorted her disgust while the four pulled a cart from the truck’s bed and handed it up to Davis, who began fastening it to the first piece of machinery. Obviously they knew what they were doing, so Ty followed their directions and did exactly as he was told. A little better than half an hour later, both units were installed and running nicely. The old ones had been removed and were now tied onto the flatbed.

      He overheard Cassidy promising to repay the five men with her specialty, which sounded chocolaty and very fattening.

      “You going to provide shelter here, too, like with beds and everything?” Crank, the man with the biggest biceps, insisted Ty give them a tour of the old school building.

      “That’s the idea. It’s a bit much for us to do all at once so I guess we’ll start with a soup kitchen and work up from there. Want to see more?”

      “Yes.”

      Ty led them through the building. Eventually they came to the gym. “This is the best part.”

      “No kidding.” Hart, the tallest of the four men, grabbed a basketball from a box in the corner, raced across the floor and sank a hoop shot.

      “You haven’t lost your touch.” Cassidy lounged in the doorway, watching them. “This old school has a big playground. Come spring, you guys could spend a day putting up a fort, some swings, maybe a few slides. Couldn’t you?”

      “Could,” Hart agreed.

      Ty couldn’t help staring. He hadn’t imagined Cassidy had given any thought to the Haven, let alone considered future possibilities.

      Furtive whispers drew him back to awareness. Cassidy nodded at Crank, who seemed tongue-tied.

      “He’s willing to donate some bedsprings from a motel he just bought.”

      “Great.” Feeling as if he’d been grasped by one of those muscled arms and shaken, Ty gulped. But before he could accept, she continued.

      “Hart’s brother’s a football pro. He could get some gym equipment for you.”

      “Not fancy, but free,” Hart inserted.

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