Bluegrass Courtship. Allie Pleiter

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      Vern tucked his thumbs under his suspenders. “I reckon you can find a middle ground between grumpy and glee.”

      Janet was just about to plant a kiss on the old man’s cheek when the hardware store door flew open.

      “Get a load of these,” Dinah shouted, holding a tray of small cakes with green and white glaze. “Muffinnovations!”

      Janet rolled her eyes while Vern said under his breath, “Well, then again, maybe you better worry just a little.”

      Chapter Seven

      Janet was walking back from Deacon’s Grill with a roast beef sandwich to go when she heard someone yell “Janet!” and saw Drew Downing jogging up the street to catch up with her. Remembering Vern’s admonition to give Missionnovation a chance, Janet sat down on a bench by the park and waited for Drew to join her. “Go ahead, don’t let me keep you from your lunch,” he said, motioning toward the sandwich she held in her lap. “That from Deacon’s? Everyone has been telling me to eat there.”

      “They make the best pie in the county,” Janet offered. “And a pretty mean roast beef sandwich besides.”

      “Looks like it. Although I have to say, I’m really much more of a cake and cookie man, myself.”

      No wonder Dinah had a thing for him. “Then my friend Dinah Hopkins’s Taste and See Bakery is the place you want. You saw the…”

      “Muffinnovations?” he chuckled. “I gotta admit, that’s a first. Hard to make something that green taste that good. I’m thinking we should post her recipe on the show’s Web site, if she’ll share.”

      “Dinah’s very big on sharing. And she’s very big on Missionnovation. She’ll be thrilled.” Janet took a bite of her sandwich.

      “But you’re not. Thrilled. Yet,” Downing added.

      “Believe it or not, Vern gave me a talking-to on how I should ‘give y’all the benefit of the doubt.’”

      “I just left a list of electrical conduit and wiring with him. We’ll be done framing tomorrow and ready to start pulling some of the utilities through the walls. He’s a hoot, your Vern. Reminds me a whole lot of my dad.”

      “I used to call him ‘Uncle Vern’ when I was little. He’s like a member of our family, he’s been around for so long.”

      Downing threw one arm over the bench and settled back against it. “Why’d you leave so quickly yesterday?”

      Janet bit back the sharp answer she would have given before Vern’s lecture. “Let’s just say it was a bit too much glee for me.”

      “Not used to people singing with power tools?”

      That question didn’t even need an answer. Janet decided she might find Drew less annoying if she understood him better. It was worth a shot. “Can I ask you something?”

      “I told you you could ask me anything.”

      “Well, no offense, but how do you keep this whole thing up? Doesn’t it exhaust you to be pumped up and on camera all the time?”

      Downing pulled back. “People ask me that all the time.” He shifted his weight on the bench. “It gets to the point where you don’t even see the cameras anymore. They just fade into the landscape for me. Which means, by the way, that I don’t pander to them, either. I don’t do things especially for the cameras. And here’s the thing. People see through the hype. When something’s been manufactured for the cameras—which I try to never let happen, by the way—folks can usually tell.”

      “There’s a whole lot of reality TV that would prove you wrong. You can’t tell me some of that stuff isn’t drummed up for drama’s sake.”

      “Well, now I’d have to agree with you there. Some of that stuff is just plain nuts. But you see—” his gestures grew as he continued “—you just proved my point—people can tell. Truth always feels like truth, even if it takes a while to get there. It’s kind of like Howard. Sometimes he has good things to say, good intentions, but you can always tell what’s the truth and what’s Howard’s grandstanding, can’t you?”

      “I suppose you’re right.”

      “I know there’s some real awful stuff out there on the airwaves. I can’t speak for what happens on other shows. All I can tell you is that as much as I can, it doesn’t happen on Missionnovation. I try to be the same Drew Downing on camera as off.” He picked at the fraying cuff of the flannel shirt he wore. She noticed half the pocket was ripped off. He was such a visual contradiction: expensive watch but ratty shirts, trendy shoes with paint splattered all over them. “You’re not the first person to ask me how I stay ‘on’ all the time. The truth is that there is no ‘on’ and it’s easy to stay this way because this is who I am. Drew is Drew is Drew.” He leaned in and one corner of his mouth curved up into an infectious, dimpled grin. “So how’s about a deal. I won’t make you sing, if you let me prove to you there’s nothing to worry about. I want you to feel free to drop by the site as much as you want.”

      Janet eyed him as she took another bite of her sandwich. “You already said that. On the bus. Then again at church yesterday.”

      “I can’t help it. Annie says I’m relentless.”

      Janet laughed in spite of herself. “You are.”

      “We can be friends, you know. I won’t bite you. You can call me Drew and everything.”

      She laughed again. “You’re crazy, Drew.”

      “Occupational hazard, Janet.”

      “Watch yourself,” she found herself kidding back. He seemed to bring out a long lost humor in her. She used to kid all the time with Vern. With her parents. Where had that Janet gone in the last few years?

      Drew checked his watch. “I came to ask you to come over to the church at four-thirty this afternoon. Kevin and I are going to talk to some government grant people—see if we can round up some extra funding for that roof and rainwater system you mentioned. I’d like you to be there. Will you?”

      So he’d taken her idea seriously. Somehow she hadn’t expected that. “Sure. I can be there.”

      Satisfied, Drew leaned back and looked around the park. “This sure is a pretty little town. Don’t see too many of these anymore. So many of the ones that are left are hanging on by their fingernails with half the downtowns boarded up.”

      Janet took in the scenery herself. It was one of those color-soaked fall days—the kind that made Middleburg look like a life-sized postcard for autumn foliage. “We have our struggles. It’s hard to keep a small town up and running these days. The mom and pop stores can barely make ends meet anymore. So many people just shop at the big stores and shopping malls.”

      “That’s why we do all the local purchasing we can. But the reality of it is that Missionnovation needs the big stores, too. We’re an СКАЧАТЬ