Читать книгу The Sergeant's Christmas Mission - Joanna Sims - Страница 11
Оглавление“Hold on,” Rebecca said to her eldest son. “Let me fix your tie.”
“It’s too tight,” Carson complained, tugging at the necktie.
“Hold still and I’ll fix it.”
“I don’t know why we have to go to church anyway. We never went before.”
Rebecca frowned at the memory. One of the major causes of conflict between Rebecca and her ex-husband was faith. Her childhood had been turbulent and the one place where she had found solace was the church. Tim, her now-ex-husband, didn’t have much faith in anything other than football and fishing.
“Well, we do now. This is a fresh start for us. Besides, church is a great place to meet new friends.”
Carson grumbled something unintelligible and Rebecca just ignored it with a smile and a quick kiss on her eldest son’s cheek. “You look so handsome in this suit.”
“How do I look?” Caleb asked, his sweet cherub face turned up to her.
She leaned down and made kissing noises in his neck until he started to giggle. “Handsome.”
Carson walked on one side of her and Caleb on the other, holding her hand. An older lady with short curly snow-white hair and a cotton floral dress greeted them at the doorway of the First Presbyterian Church.
“Welcome.” The greeter gave them a friendly smile, along with a program. “It’s always so nice to see new faces.”
“Thank you.” Rebecca returned the smile.
“Sit anywhere you’d like.”
Rebecca chose to sit near the back of the church, wanting to get the lay of the land before moving forward. She had no idea if this was the right church for her; all she knew was that this move to Bozeman was going to give her a chance to reconnect with her childhood faith.
“Don’t put your feet on the back of the pews.” She stilled her youngest son’s swinging legs.
She handed her phone to Caleb so he could play a game while they waited. She whispered, “Just until the service starts.”
As the church filled with people, Rebecca found herself smiling with happiness that was bubbling up from the inside of her body. For the first time since she had taken the drastic step to move her family to Bozeman, she felt as if she were home. One of the last people to arrive at the church was a petite, slender redhead carrying a fair-skinned baby girl. The baby girl, who was dressed in a flouncy lace dress, had the widest, brightest blue eyes Rebecca had ever seen. The woman looked around and spotted an empty seat in the pew in front of them. The redhead made her way to the spot and sat down. Rebecca waved at the baby girl and the little girl reached out her chubby hand and then quickly ducked her head into her mother’s shoulder.
Once the pastor began the service, his flock quieted. Rebecca was impressed with the sermon and she loved the singing. So many hymns that she had forgotten were jarred from the depths of her childhood memories when the choir sang. Carson half-heartedly joined the singing, but Caleb avidly followed along, singing off-key and loudly with her as she pointed to each word in the hymnal. After the choir finished its first set, the pastor asked that everyone present turn to a neighbor and shake hands. The redhead with the baby turned around and offered Rebecca her hand.
“Hi, there.” The redhead had dark green eyes and a lovely oval face. “I’m Savannah. And this little sweet pea is Amanda.”
“Rebecca Adams,” she said. “And these are my boys, Carson and Caleb.”
“Rebecca Adams,” Savannah repeated. “Why does that name sound so familiar to me? Are you new to Bozeman?”
She nodded. “This is our first full week here. I inherited a house from my aunt and I thought, why not give Montana a chance.”
“Oh. I’m so sorry for your loss.” Savannah bounced Amanda a little to keep her smiling. “What was your aunt’s name?”
“Ginger Martin. Everyone called her Ginny.”
Savannah’s expression lit up like a light bulb had just gone off in her head. “That’s why your name is familiar. My brother-in-law is your tenant.”
“Shane?”
Savannah nodded. “I’m married to his brother, Bruce.”
“Small world.”
“Small town.”
The pastor brought everyone’s attention back to the front of the church.
Savannah reached out and touched her arm. In a whisper she said, “We’ll talk more after church.”
At the end of the service, and against her harshly whispered words, Carson bolted out of the church with Caleb tagging behind. Savannah fell in beside her as they slowly milled out into the sweet afternoon sun-filled air.
“So, what did you think?” Savannah asked.
“About the service?”
A nod. “I hope you liked it. I’d love to have someone to sit with on Sundays; not that Amanda isn’t great company.”
“I couldn’t believe how good she was; she didn’t make a peep the whole time.”
“I know. It’s the strangest thing. She cries plenty the rest of the time. But during church service, not a peep.”
“Well, I liked it. I want to come back.”
“Oh, that’s good news.” Savannah stopped at the crosswalk. “Then let’s sit together next Sunday.”
“Okay.” Rebecca felt heartened that she might have already met a potential friend in Savannah. Making a connection to the community was one of the reasons she had wanted to find a church to attend.
They waved goodbye and Savannah headed off in the opposite direction. When she heard her name called, Rebecca turned around to see that Savannah was walking quickly toward her.
“A thought just hit me, and I felt like I needed to say this to you.”
Rebecca waited for the words.
“I don’t know if you were aware of the fact that Shane is a veteran.”
“I am.”
“He did a lot of tours.” Savannah’s expression reflected her concern when she spoke of her brother-in-law.
“My father was a Vietnam vet.” Rebecca wanted to reassure her new acquaintance that she understood, on a deeper level, what it was like to live with a veteran who may not have returned from war the same as they had left.
“Then you understand.”
“Yes. I really do.”
“Well.” Savannah ducked her head toward her and lowered her voice as if she was sharing a secret. “I know Shane can seem a bit off-putting, but I want you to know, that man truly has a heart of gold.”
* * *
Shane had played a gig the night before and had slept off his hangover, so when he awakened on Sunday afternoon, he felt as if all had been set right in his world. He started his day by taking care of Recon’s needs, which included a wrestling match on the floor. And then he cracked open a beer for brunch.
“Come on, buddy. Let’s get some work done.”
Recon followed him to the garage. He had managed to get his hands on a 1943 Indian 841, one of the one thousand that had been built to spec specifically for the US Army during World War II. Shane didn’t mind living in a small apartment because he could pour more of his money into restoring the vintage motorcycle.
Shane rolled the motorcycle out to the paved area right in front of his apartment. He’d been working on the restoration for several years. He had completely disassembled the bike, checked every part and then reassembled it. The motorcycle had also been restored to its original army camouflage green. He felt proud of his accomplishment, but also a little sad. Restoring this motorcycle had been his focus for years; what was he going to do with his time once the job was complete?
He was tinkering with a lug nut when Recon started barking at the sound of a car pulling in the driveway. He’d figured Rebecca and her boys were gone because it was quiet over at the main house.
“Stay.” Shane gave the command to the dog. Recon whined a little, looked back at him, but sat down and stayed put.
The quiet he had been enjoying was interrupted by the sound of Carson and Caleb chasing each other up the driveway, their laughter, surprisingly, not annoying him all that much. The two boys ran toward the back of the house, but when they spotted Recon, they made a sharp right and headed his way. Recon wagged his tail and barked a greeting.
“Hey.” Carson was wearing a suit, but the tie was draped around his neck, and he was barefoot, carrying his shoes and socks in his hand.
“Hi, guys,” Shane responded.
“Hi.” Caleb waved his hand in front of his body, like he was drawing a rainbow, and grinned at him, his head tilted to the side, squinting against the sunlight. “Can I pet Recon?”
“He’s been waiting all day for someone to give him some attention,” Shane said. “Go for it.”
Caleb fell to his knees beside the large dog and wrapped his arms around Recon’s neck. Recon didn’t move, letting the young boy hug him tight.
“Cool,” Carson said.
The boy’s appreciation for his motorcycle made Shane smile fleetingly. “Do you know what a lug wrench is?”
Carson nodded.
“My tool kit is right over there.” Shane nodded.
Carson dropped his shoes, jogged the short distance to the toolbox and then hurried back with the lug wrench.
“Good man,” Shane said. “Thank you.”
“Are they bothering you?” Rebecca appeared around the corner.
Shane glanced up from his work, glanced down, and then his eyes, almost beyond his control, went straight back to Rebecca. She was wearing a pretty sundress with a wide belt that emphasized her small waist and curvy hips. The dress was modest, and yet, Shane found it to be very sexy on Rebecca. As she drew closer, he could see that her cheeks were flushed, her pretty eyes were shining and her copper-brown curls framed her face in the most enchanting way. Today, Rebecca was happy.
“We’re helping,” Carson said.
“They’re helping.” Shane winked at Rebecca’s eldest son.
Caleb was lying on his back in the grass, giggling and being licked on the face by Recon.
“Oh, my goodness.” Rebecca’s attention was captured by the vintage Indian. “Is this an original 841 or a replica?”
“It’s no replica.” Shane stood.
She circled the motorcycle, admiring his work.
“Did you restore this yourself?”
He nodded. “Most of the parts are original. I’ve been at it for years. I only use reproductions when I can’t find the real deal.”
“Your grandfather would have lost his mind over this, Carson,” she said to her son. Then to him, she added, “My father was an Indian fanatic.”
“What’s so special about it?” Carson asked.
Shane was about to respond, but Rebecca put her arm around her son’s shoulders and said, “This is one of only a thousand that were made specifically for the army during the Second World War. This could be in a museum, that’s how special it is.”
“Why’d they only make a thousand?” her son asked.
Rebecca gave a little shrug. “The Jeep came along and the Army didn’t order any more.”
Shane knew he was staring at her; he couldn’t seem to help himself. He’d never known another woman to know the history of his prized motorcycle.
She looked at him, and he had to quickly avert his eyes before he renewed eye contact to cover up the fact that he had, in fact, been staring at her.
“Would you take a picture of my boys and me with it?”
Shane took her phone and took several pictures for her. She scrolled through the pictures and then smiled at him.
“These are great. Thank you.”
Standing so close to her, he could catch the fresh fruity scent of the shampoo she used in her hair. Rebecca Adams wasn’t the prettiest woman he’d ever seen; she was, objectively, on the plain side. But there was something about her that attracted him. It was a magnetic pull that he didn’t understand, and more important, he didn’t necessarily like it.
Shane put some distance between them, taking the lug wrench back to his toolbox.
“Hi, Recon.” Rebecca leaned down and scratched the dog around his ruff before she waved her hand to the boys.
“Come on, guys. I need you to change out of your clothes, grab some lunch and then call your dad. He misses you.”
Carson and Caleb left the way they had come: chasing each other, screaming and laughing. Rebecca hesitated for a moment.
“Do you want to join us for lunch?”
Shane didn’t want to look at her again, but he did out of politeness. “I appreciate the invite, but I had a pretty hardy lunch not too long ago.”
“Well—” she walked backward a few steps “—if you change your mind...”
He nodded; he figured that they both knew he wasn’t going to change his mind.
In spite of himself, he watched her walk away, liking the way she carried her shoulders and the soft sway of her hips.
Unexpectedly, Rebecca turned to face him again.
“Oh! I almost forgot to tell you. I met your sister-in-law today.”
“Is that right? Which one?”
Rebecca laughed. “How many do you have?”
“Three.”
“I met Savannah. At church.”
“Let me guess.” Shane walked back over to the motorcycle. “She put in a good word for me.”
“As a matter of fact, she did.”
“Well—” Shane knelt down by the back tire “—I don’t just say this because she was talking about me. You can take what Savannah says to the bank. She doesn’t know how to lie.”
* * *
Rebecca quickly changed into jeans and a T-shirt and twisted her hair into a bun at the nape of her neck. The boys, now in their weekend clothes, met her in the kitchen.
“Did you hang everything up?”
“Yes,” Carson said.
“No,” Caleb said simultaneously.
Wordlessly, Rebecca pointed her finger toward the stairs leading to the second floor. Caleb took off running, which made her smile, even as she reminded him not to run in the house.
She made a quick lunch and then sent the boys back up to their room to start unloading the boxes that had been stacked neatly in the corner by the movers. While she washed the dishes, she looked out the window over the sink and watched Shane sitting in a lawn chair between his motorcycle and his front door, brushing Recon’s coat. Much like the feeling she had about the German shepherd, Shane’s outward appearance didn’t seem to necessarily match his outward appearance. Savannah was an earnest soul—that was her impression of the woman—and her words only confirmed her own instinct about Shane Brand. There was a good man hidden beneath that beard, long hair and gruff personality. Thoughtfully, she wiped her hands on a dish towel, and by the time her hands were dry, she had made a decision. She had made one too many sandwiches, and instead of wrapping it up and putting it into the refrigerator, she wrapped it up in a paper towel and took it out to Shane.
“I know you said you weren’t hungry.” She held out the sandwich to him, spotting the open beer at his feet. “But I don’t really consider barley and hops a hearty lunch.”
Shane frowned at her for a split second before he silently took the sandwich. Recon took the opportunity, with his tail wagging, to greet her again. He licked her arm and she found a spot behind his ear that he liked to have scratched.
“I heard you playing the other night.”
Shane had eaten half of the sandwich in one giant bite. He was chewing, so he couldn’t answer right away. He swallowed hard, took a swig of beer and then said, “Ginny never minded me playing at night.”
“Oh. I don’t mind.” She wanted to reassure him. “I...” Rebecca paused, not sure she wanted to share the fact that he had, unknowingly, given her a private concert. “Actually, I sat on the back porch stairs and listened to you.”
Their eyes met, and she was so taken with the blue of his eyes. Those eyes drew her in and held her suspended for a minute before she could remind herself to look away.
“I’ve never heard anyone play a guitar like that before.”
It had been sad and haunting and passionate. Shane played the guitar with all the emotion he couldn’t seem to express in his expression or in his words. In so many ways, perhaps too many ways, Shane reminded her of her beloved father.
“Then I’ll keep on playing for you.”
She tucked her hands into her back pocket and shifted her weight onto one hip. “I wanted to talk to you about the new lease.”
Shane crumpled the paper towel in his hand and she reached out to take it from him instinctively, as she would with Carson or Caleb.
“I like you, Shane. You seem like good people. You know the house, you take care of the yard and I could really use the extra income right now while I’m settling in and looking for work. So, if you want to stay on, I’ll have the attorney send over the lease.”
“I want to stay.”
“Good. Then it’s settled.”
“Same rent?”
“Same rent.”
He stood up, crossed the short distance to her and held out his hand. “I appreciate this, Rebecca.”
“Of course, the old lease only accommodated for one pet. We’ll have to change that to account for Top.”
“I’ll pay an additional pet deposit, if you’d like.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I’m just grateful that you saved her. Any news when she can come home?”
“Tomorrow.”
“That soon?”
He nodded.
“That’s wonderful, Shane. Caleb is going to be over the moon when he hears. I’m going to warn you now, he’s going to beg you to see her.”
“He can come see her.”
“Well, if either of my boys start to wear out their welcome with you, don’t be shy, just tell them the truth and they’ll respect it.”
He gave her another nod.
“Well, I’d better get back to work. Those boxes aren’t going to unpack themselves.”
The last time, she had something to add to the conversation—this time, it was Shane who stopped her from leaving.
“I forgot the thank you. For the lunch.”
It wasn’t his words that made her pulse quicken; it was the way he looked at her, like he really saw her. When Shane looked at her, it felt as if he was able to read all of the secrets of her soul. It was unnerving and, if she was being honest with herself, exciting.
“It was my pleasure, Shane.”
