The Redemption Of Lillie Rourke. Loree Lough

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       CHAPTER THREE

      “THERE SHE GOES AGAIN,” Molly said, “with her ‘back in the old days’ reference.”

      Since returning home, that was how Lillie referred to her life before the accident. The phrase inspired relentless teasing from her siblings—a whole lot easier to bear than the standoffish behavior they’d displayed prior to the repayment of every dollar borrowed and stolen—and her heartfelt apologies.

      In response to her sister’s latest dig, Lillie said, “At least I didn’t commit marital alliteration. Matt and Molly, I mean really.”

      “Marital alliteration?” Her brother reared back with mock surprise. “She dragged the dictionary out for that one, and much as I hate to admit it, she’s right!”

      Arms crossed, Molly huffed. “You’re a fine one to talk, Sam, marrying a girl with the same name.”

      Liam’s laughter filled the sunny yard as his wife said, “All right you guys, if you want to eat later, get back to work!”

      The construction crew had completed the exterior work and moved inside to put the finishing touches on the kitchen addition. That left the outside clear for Lillie’s family to work on. Plants that had grown in beds around the old porch now stood in lopsided plastic pots along the back fence.

      “Lillie, would you mind going around front to tend the rose garden? I know the crew tried to be careful, but they made a huge mess out there. You have the magic touch, maybe you can save them.”

      Lillie grabbed a shovel, a trowel and her garden gloves. “Happy to, Mom.” And she meant it. Working out front would allow her to contribute to the cleanup project while ignoring the occasional sidelong glance or raised eyebrow, proof the family wasn’t entirely convinced of her trustworthiness.

      After fertilizing and replanting several rose shrubs, Lillie decided to form a border around the bed by moving dozens of marigolds and zinnias from the side yard. Standing back, she gave her work an admiring nod. “Not bad if I do say so myself,” she said.

      “Self-confidence looks good on you.”

      Startled, she spun quickly around, nearly losing her balance. If Jase hadn’t grabbed both biceps, Lillie would have landed on the spade’s sharp blade. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d stood so close.

      Blue eyes boring into hers, he said, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

      He turned her loose and took a step back, and she saw she’d left muddy handprints on his white shirt.

      She removed her right glove and made a half-baked attempt to brush away the dirt. Sadly, it only made the mess worse. “Omigarsh. Look what I’ve done. I’m so sorry. And this looks like a freshly pressed shirt, too.” And his jeans were dark, making him appear taller and slimmer than she remembered.

      “It’s okay. Couple squirts with some stain remover and it’ll be good as new.”

      He pointed at the flowers. “Nice job. You always did have an artistic eye. And a gift for stuff like this.”

      “Thanks.” Just as she had weeks ago outside the Flower Basket, Lillie struggled for the right words. But what could she say? She’d promised to call him and hadn’t. Would he see that as proof she was still untrustworthy?

      “Guess your dad doesn’t have my number after all.”

      So, his mindreading talents hadn’t faltered while she’d been in New York.

      “He probably does, but to tell the truth, I never asked for it. I’ve been working a lot of extra hours, waiting tables and clerking at the hotel up the street. Unfortunately, I’m still a couple hundred dollars short of what I owe you.”

      His Orioles cap shaded the upper half of his handsome face, but not enough to hide his furrowed brow.

      “You don’t owe me anything, Lill. Really.”

      “Are you kidding? Of course I do. If you’d like, I can write you a check right now, and pay the rest just as soon as I’ve earned it.”

      Feet planted shoulder-width apart and arms crossed over his broad chest, he studied her. Because he hadn’t answered any of his questions? Or because of what she still owed him?

      “Two jobs. In addition to helping out around here. When do you sleep?”

      In fits and starts, she thought. A guilty conscience will do that to a gal.

      She considered joking her way through a response, when he asked, “You have wheels?”

      “I borrow Mom’s car when I need to drive someplace.”

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