Jill Kemerer

Small-Town Bachelor


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don’t need anyone taking care of me.”

      “Men,” she muttered. “Listen, there’s no way the doctor is going to let you get on a plane for at least a week. You can ride it out in this noisy hospital room or relax in a beautiful cabin on the lake. Seems like an easy choice to me.”

      She had a point. He waved to his leg. “I can’t sit around here forever.”

      “No one said anything about forever. Just until you get back on your feet. Literally.”

      He chuckled. Beautiful and funny? Killer combination.

      Maybe staying in a cottage on the lake wasn’t such a bad consolation prize. And why worry about being around Dad and Barbara? They would avoid him as usual.

      Wouldn’t they?

      There was a chance—a slight chance—for him and Dad to work through their problems. If not, it didn’t matter. Reed could spend more time with Jake. He missed him.

      “Guess it wouldn’t hurt.” He shrugged. “It’s not like they’re expecting me at work.”

      “See?” She beamed. “There you go. What do you do anyway?”

      “Commercial construction. Until yesterday, I was the senior project manager, but they’re promoting me to vice president. I’ll take over mid-July when the current VP retires.”

      “Wow!” Her whole face lit up. “Vice president. Congratulations. And you work in construction? Lake Endwell could sure use some help with that. I guess the town was hit pretty hard.”

      Main Street of Lake Endwell stuck in his head. The historic brick storefronts, bright red and navy awnings, flowers planted everywhere. Had the twister demolished the village? Would be a shame. He’d always had a soft spot for picturesque American towns. But helping them rebuild might give him something to do other than sitting around staring at his cast. “Did your house get damaged?”

      “I don’t think so. Trees are still blocking my road, but the reports sound good so far.” Her chipper tone didn’t mask the anxiety in her eyes. Tendrils from her ponytail wrapped around her neck. “If you stay for a while, we’ll be neighbors, so I’ll make sure you’re fed. Wait—let me rephrase that—I’ll bring over Aunt Sally’s delicious food. You don’t want me to cook.”

      He laughed but frowned inside. Was she this generous with everyone? This trusting? They’d only met a few hours ago, and she was already treating him like...one of the family.

      “You don’t even know me,” Reed said.

      “What are you talking about?” Her nose scrunched as she waved her hand. “You’re Jake’s brother. You’re family.”

      His hunch was right. The fact that she’d tossed him into that category sobered him more than a bucket of ice water to the face.

      “You’re probably tired. I’ll let you get some sleep.” She covered his hand with hers. “Thanks again, for being there during the tornado, for protecting me.”

      He slid his hand out from under hers. “I didn’t do much.”

      “Didn’t do much?” she said. “I could have—”

      “It was nothing.” Too abrupt, his tone, but he couldn’t help it.

      “Whatever you say, Reed.” And she padded out of the room.

      Yes, if he was staying in Lake Endwell, he needed a powerful distraction from his pretty neighbor.

      His experience with disaster relief provided the perfect excuse. There would be too much work for the local builders to complete by themselves. He’d make calls to find the best construction crews in the surrounding counties and help get the rebuilding efforts started. But as soon as the doctor cleared him, Reed was hightailing it back to Chicago.

      Exhaustion turned her legs to sandbags. As soon as she left Reed’s room, Claire returned to the hospital’s main waiting area and craned her neck to spot her dad. Assured Reed would be okay, she wanted nothing more than to go home and make sure the otters were safe. She’d go on foot if necessary.

      “Oh, honey, you’re fortunate you survived.” Aunt Sally’s bleach-blond hair bounced and her disco-ball earrings bobbed like fishing lures on the lake. “I don’t know how either of you made it out without more severe injuries. Joe called. He said the restaurant is a wreck. The dining hall’s intact, but the back rooms are destroyed. I’m so glad you’re okay.” She embraced Claire again. “You’re going to fall over if you don’t park it.”

      “Where’s Dad?” Claire hugged her arms into her abdomen. “I’ve got to get home.”

      “I’ll find him. You sit.”

      Claire collapsed in the chair. Her other family members clutched foam coffee cups and chatted in clusters, filling the space. To see Tommy, Bryan, Sam, Libby and everyone else alive and healthy after the awful night—it humbled her. Thank You, Lord, for protecting everyone I love.

      “Your face looks terrible.” Libby took the chair next to Claire. Her long blond hair hadn’t been brushed, and her eyes were red rimmed from crying. “Aren’t you supposed to have this ice pack on it?”

      “It’s nothing. I’m more worried about you. How are you holding up?” Claire accepted the ice pack from Libby and pressed it to her cheek, flinching when the cold stung her bruise. “I’m sorry about the wedding. We’ll get it all planned and perfect again.”

      “I’m just glad you’re alive.”

      “Me too.”

      “When I think about the restaurant and everything ruined... We should be at the church right now.” A stream of tears gushed down Libby’s cheeks, and Claire pulled her close, rubbing her back. Jake came over and took Libby in his arms. Claire shot him a grateful smile, struck at the similarities between him and Reed. Both hovered around six feet tall and shared a muscular build. Libby took a tissue from Aunt Sally while Jake checked his watch.

      “Man, I feel so bad for Reed.” Jake sighed. “He gets into town and this happens. And he was supposed to leave for Alaska right after the wedding. Claire, thanks again for taking care of him.”

      “Don’t feel bad. It wasn’t your fault. And it was the least I could do after Reed saved my life. If he hadn’t protected me, I would have been the one crushed under the tree. Or worse.” She shuddered. “I think I have him talked into staying in Granddad’s cottage until he’s recovered a bit.”

      “Good idea! And thank the good Lord he showed up when he did.” Aunt Sally clapped her hands to get the room’s attention. “It’s been a long night and an even longer morning. Why don’t you all take a break at my house for a few hours? A lot of cake will go to waste if we don’t start eating it.”

      “The wedding cake?” Libby paled. “I can’t eat that! It’s supposed to be—”

      “It’s food.” Aunt Sally wrapped her arm around Libby. “We’ll make another when you get a new wedding date.”

      Libby swallowed and nodded, walking with Sally to the door as the groups dispersed.

      Tommy, Bryan and Sam approached Claire. “Come on, you can ride with us.”

      “Still no word on the otters?” She nibbled the corner of her lower lip. “Have you called Dad lately? Is the road clear?”

      Tommy swiped his hand over his eyebrow. “The otters are fine—”

      “How do you know?” Her voice rose. Maybe Tommy checked on them. “Did you get through?”

      “No, but—”

      “Don’t patronize me, Tommy. I’m