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Chapter Four

“Why didn’t you tell me that you repair watches?”

Michael looked up from Jesse’s table saw. Bethany stood in the workshop’s doorway he had left open to take advantage of the unusually warm afternoon. She stood with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her pretty face.

The mutt, lying in the rectangle of sunlight, had already alerted him that someone was coming with a soft woof. She shot outside and around the corner of the building. The sight of Bethany made Michael want to smile. She was every bit as appealing as he remembered, even with a slight frown marring her face.

He pushed away his interest. Jesse had filled in a lot of details about the family last night. Bethany was trying to keep her family together. Jesse said without her grandfather and her brother to work the farm she could lose it. A handsome woman in need of help was trouble and Michael had enough trouble. He positioned the two-by-four length of pine board and made the cut. As the saw blade quit spinning he took the board and added it to the stack on his right. He kept his face carefully blank when he met her gaze. “I didn’t think it would make a difference.”

“It certainly would have.”

“How so? Your grandfather is gone. You said you couldn’t afford to hire help.”

“You neglected to tell me you had sent the first and last months’ rent on the cabin.”

He picked up another board and settled it in the slot he had created for the correct length so he didn’t have to measure and mark each piece of wood. Bishop Schultz used a diesel generator to supply electricity inside his carpentry shop. The smell of fresh sawdust mixed with diesel fumes that drifted through the open door. Michael squeezed the trigger on the saw and lowered the blade. It sliced through the pine board in two seconds, spewing more sawdust on the growing pile beneath the table.

He tossed the cut wood on the stack and reached for another two-by-four. Bethany crossed the room and took hold of the board before he could position it. “Why didn’t you tell me you had already paid the rent?”

“I figured you would mention it if you knew about it. Since you didn’t say anything and you already had a crisis to deal with, I thought it could wait for a better time.”

“That was very considerate of you. A better time is right now. My grandfather never deposited your check. In fact, he never read your last letter. I only found it yesterday evening.”

She let go of his board and reached into a small bag she carried over her arm. “I have the check here. I’ve been unable to bring myself to clean out his workshop. For that reason, his agreement with you went undiscovered.” She held out the check. He didn’t take it.

“Do you know the rest of your grandfather’s offer?” He kept his gaze averted.

“Your letter said you agreed to work with him for six months. Was there more?”

“If he considered me skillful enough after that time he would make me a fifty-fifty partner in the business.” He looked at her. “I can show you his offer in writing if you want to see it.”

“There’s no need. I believe you. Are you still willing to do that?”

“How can I be a partner now that he is gone?”

“The business belongs to me but I can’t repair watches, so it is worthless except for his tools. I had planned to sell them unless Ivan showed an interest in learning the trade.”

“Has he?”

“Not yet.”

“How is the boy?” he asked softly.

A wry smile lifted the corner of her mouth. “I wish I knew. Right now he seems mad at the world.”

“Boys grow up. He’ll come around.”

“I pray you are right. I have a proposition for you, Mr. Shetler.”

“Call me Michael.”

She smiled and nodded once. “Michael. It’s similar to the one my grandfather offered you. Work for me for six months. You keep two-thirds of everything you earn during that time. I will keep one-third as rent on the shop, for the use of Grandfather’s client list and his tools. If at the end of that time I am satisfied with your skill I will sell you the business or we can continue as partners.”

“Who is to decide if my skills are adequate?”

“My grandfather did the majority of his work for a man named George Meyers in Philadelphia. He owns a jewelry shop and watch repair business. If Mr. Meyers is satisfied with the quality of work you do, then that is all the assurance I need.”

Michael smiled inwardly. One part of the puzzle had finally been solved. George had started this whole thing. It was certainly like George, to go out of his way for someone who didn’t deserve the kindness. Michael wondered how much, if anything, George had shared about his condition with Bethany’s grandfather. “I wondered how your grandfather got my name. Now I know.”

“I’m afraid I don’t follow you.”

“I used to work for George Meyers.” Up until the night he had let two armed criminals into the business George owned.

“Why did you quit? Is that when you got hurt?”

His heart started pounding like a hammer inside his chest as the onset of a panic attack began. In another minute he would be on the ground gasping for air. He wasn’t about to recount the horrors he saw that night to Bethany. He had to get outside. “I don’t like to talk about it.”

He grabbed an armful of cut wood and pushed past Bethany. “Jesse is going to wonder what’s keeping me.”

She followed him outside. “I’m sorry if it seemed that I was prying. If you don’t want to work for me, I understand, but the cabin is still yours for two months.”

“I’ll think about the job, but I’ll take the cabin.” He kept walking. It wasn’t that he wanted to be rude but he needed her to leave. His anxiety was rising rapidly.

“The cabin is yours whenever you want.”

The yellow dog came around the side of the building and launched herself at him. He sidestepped to keep from being hit with her muddy paws. One of the boards slid out of his arms. “Down.”

She dropped to her belly and barked once, then rolled over, inviting him to scratch her muddy stomach.

“I see you still have your friend,” Bethany said, humor bubbling beneath her words.

He looked from her to the dog. “I don’t have anything to feed you, mutt, unless you eat two-by-fours.”

The dog jumped to her feet, picked up the board he had dropped and took off with it in her mouth.

“Hey, bring that back!”

The dog made a sweeping turn and raced back, splashing through puddles of melted snow. She came to a stop and sat in front of him, holding the four-foot length of wood like a prized bone.

“Goot hund.” He reached for the board but the dog took off before he touched it. She made a wild run between the sheds lined up at the edge of the property where the snow was still deep.

Bethany burst out laughing. “Good dog, indeed.”

He liked the sound of her laughter. The heaviness in his chest dissipated and he grinned. “It seems her previous owner didn’t spend much time training her.”

“I can see that. She is friendlier since she’s had a few meals. She seems to have a lot of puppy in her yet. In a way she reminds me of my brother.”

“How so?”

“A lot of potential, but very little focus.”

“I’d like to meet this kid.”

“I’m sure you will since you’ll be living just out our back door.”

He frowned. “The cabin is close to your house?”

“Fifty yards, maybe less.”

“I assumed it was more secluded.”

“It is set back in the woods. We won’t bother you if that’s what you are worried about.”

“I like my privacy.” He couldn’t very well explain he was worried she’d hear him yelling in the middle of the night.

The dog came trotting back and sat down between them, still holding her trophy. Michael bent to grab the board as Bethany did the same. They smacked heads. His hat flipped off and landed in the snow. The dog dropped the wood, snatched up the hat and took off with it.

Michael held his head and glanced at Bethany. “Are you okay?”

* * *

Bethany rubbed her smarting forehead. Maybe it was a sign that she needed some sense knocked into her. She had come to give Michael his money back and had ended up offering him a job instead. The thump on her skull had come too late. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Do you want some ice?”

“Nee, it won’t leave a mark. Will it?” She pulled her hand away.

He bent closer. “I think you’re going to have a bump.”

“Great.”

“I am sorry.” He looked down at the dog, now standing a few feet away, still holding his hat. “See what you did to Bethany.”

The dog whined and lay down, the picture of dejection. Bethany crouched and offered her hand to the animal. “Don’t scold the poor thing. It wasn’t her fault. Are you going to keep her?”

“I can’t walk away and leave her to fend for herself. Besides, her goofy behavior leaves me smiling more often than not. Ja, I will keep her. She seems to have decided she belongs with me.”

Bethany knew she should leave but found herself reluctant to go. There was something intriguing about the man. One minute they were discussing his job and the next second he went pale as a sheet and couldn’t get away from her fast enough. A few minutes later they were both laughing at the antics of a stray dog. The truth was she liked him. A lot. But she had to find a way to keep her family together. She couldn’t allow a distraction to interfere with that.

She took the hat from the dog and handed it to Michael. “I should get going.”