Mending Fences. Jenna Mindel

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      “Water, Diet Coke or prune juice?” Laura asked.

      His daughter giggled again.

      After all the arguing they’d done about the move, he’d nearly forgotten how much he loved the sound. After driving nine hours with Angie, he’d rather examine a porcupine. Now she laughed as if nothing had ever been wrong. He’d never figure her out. “Water’s fine. I can get it.”

      “Sit, sit.” Laura gestured with her hands.

      He sat across from Angie and they waited for Laura. Then Jack bowed his head.

      “Oh,” Laura whispered.

      Jack peeked up at her. “Do you mind?” He caught her quick glance at Angie, who rolled her eyes.

      “Not at all.” She bowed her head and waited.

      Jack took a deep breath. “Dear Lord, thank You for this wonderful food and bless those who prepared it. Oh, and please protect me from rabies and any bat stink I might have missed. Amen.” He reached for a napkin and a rumble of thunder echoed through the air.

      “I think He heard you.” Laura scooped pasta onto her plate, and then looked at him. “I didn’t think you could make fun when you prayed.”

      “God made us with a sense of humor, why wouldn’t He have one, too?”

      Laura cocked her head. Her chin-length blond hair had been pushed back with a headband. It made her look young and vulnerable. “I never thought of it like that.”

      He quickly looked away as he took the bowl of macaroni salad from her.

      “I love thunderstorms,” Angie said, digging into the pile of sandwiches.

      “Ugh, why?” Laura said.

      “I dunno.” His daughter tossed her head and flipped the braid off her shoulder. “I just do.”

      Laura took a bite of the macaroni salad. “Wow, this is really good.”

      “Thanks. But I think it still needs something.”

      Jack watched in amazement at the easiness between them. His daughter didn’t warm up to strangers. Lately, she didn’t warm up to anyone. “So, how’d the bat get in the house?”

      “I left the screen door open,” Angie said.

      Laura looked at him. “It was an accident. I think the bat was looking for a place to ride out the storm. We’re supposed to get a real soaker. We need the rain.”

      Just then a flicker of lightning brightened the room and a crash of thunder shook the house. The fluorescent light overhead dimmed, flickered and then went out.

      “There goes the power,” Laura whispered. “I hate it when this happens.”

      Her admission surprised him. The bat in the house didn’t rattle her, neither did his daughter. Other than spider webs, Jack didn’t think Laura Toivo scared easily. Yet the sounds of a storm building outside made her anxious. “How long does it stay out?”

      “Who knows?” Laura got up from the table, leaving her sandwich half-eaten. She rummaged through one of the kitchen drawers and pulled out some taper candles. Sticking a few into skinny juice glasses, she lit them and placed a couple on the table. “We’ve got plenty of candles if you’d like some to take to the apartment.”

      “That’d be great.”

      “Yeah, great,” Angie muttered.

      “It’s only for a while, Ange.” Jack squeezed his daughter’s hand.

      She pulled away. “Where am I going to put my clothes?”

      Another flash of lightning followed by a deafening crack of thunder and Laura jumped. She focused on her plate, looking uncertain, almost shy. “It’s late and probably too dark to get unloaded in the apartment tonight. There’s plenty of room if you’d like to stay here tonight.”

      Jack stared at her. They were practically strangers. “We couldn’t put you to all the trouble.”

      “Really, it’s no problem.” But she sounded nervous.

      Another crack of thunder boomed while lightning danced through the windows. The wind whipped and, with a roar, a deluge of rain fell followed by heavier beats. He heard the clicking of ice balls ricocheting off the side porch.

      Angie ran to the screen door, water spraying in from outside. “Dad, we can’t go out there. It’s hailing.”

      “Close the door, Ange.” He glanced back at Laura who twisted her napkin. She looked tense.

      “To be honest, with a storm like this, I wouldn’t mind the company.”

      He knew Laura’s invitation had more to do with her fear of storms than anything else. Cocky, capable businesswoman, Laura Toivo was scared of a thunderstorm. An unexpected urge to protect her assaulted him. But staying overnight under the same roof couldn’t be a good idea. He’d prefer to keep his attractive neighbor at a safe distance across the lawn and driveway.

      Angie noticed his hesitation. “Come on, Dad. How are we going to find anything in the dark? Let’s just stay here with Laura.”

      “Okay, okay. We’ll stay. Now, could someone pass me another sandwich?” But something more than hunger twisted his gut. His magnetic spark of interest flashed into full-blown attraction.

      Chapter Five

      “Your room is this way.” Laura gathered sheets from the linen closet. Angie followed her down the hall cupping a flickering candle.

      She opened the door to her old bedroom just as lightning streaked across the sky, brightening the room. The downpour had settled into soft rain, but the storm still lingered.

      “It’s huge,” Angie said. “This was yours?”

      “All mine.” Laura walked to the bed and pulled off the frilly coverlet. “Being an only child has its perks.”

      Angie set the candle down and helped her strip the bed.

      “My bedroom’s tiny.”

      “Small can be cozy.” Laura shook out the sheets. She remade the four-poster canopy bed with Angie’s help, aligning the old white-ruffled spread back into place.

      Laura sighed. Potential lay everywhere in this house, but her mother refused to see it. The windows overlooked the backyard, complete with a view of Lake Superior. Laura had done a ton of dreaming staring out those windows.

      “The bathroom is next door.” Laura placed a couple towels and a washcloth on the desk then scooped up the discarded sheets.

      “Where’s my dad sleeping?” Angie asked.

      “A spare bedroom next to this one.”

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