even sadder. âYouâre nuts, you know that?â she said with a little smile, stuffing the cash in her pocket. Then she yanked open his front door and fled.
No kidding, he thought, locking the door behind her, closing his eyes for a moment to embrace the peace left in her wake before yielding to the temptation to eat another cookie.
Or two.
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Why Jewelâd resisted letting Silas pay her, she had no idea. Wasnât like she couldnât use it. In fact, she could squeeze two weeksâ worth of groceries out of forty bucks. If she was careful. Especially since a lot of Patriceâs clients paid in produce and homemade canned goods, and Patrice shared.
Although, she mused when her mentor dropped her off back at Eliâs after their appointment the next morning, and she picked up the mail and there was the utilities bill sneering at her, unfortunately the gas company wasnât keen on being paid in put-by peaches, no matter how tasty they were. And sheâdâve still been okay if she hadnât broken her tooth last month and had had to get it capped.
She wasnât a total lamebrain, sheâd socked away as much of her nurseâs salary as she could, knowing she wouldnât make squat while she was doing her midwife apprenticeship. Sheâd had a cushion. Only the cushion turned out to be a lot thinner than sheâd thought.
At least Eli was letting her stay rent-free in his house until he was ready to sell it. Otherwise she honestly didnât know what sheâd do, she thought as she dug her checkbook out of her vintage Coach bagâa thrift shop score from five years agoâand flipped open the register. But alas, the Money Fairy hadnât made a stealth deposit in the middle of the night.
Shutting her eyes against the bright fall sun, Jewel stuffed the checkbook back in her purse, so distracted and disgusted and discombobulated she didnât even notice Noah standing on her roof until he called her name. She looked up, shielding her eyes, deciding sheâd really be in a bad mood if the sight of all those muscles in a black T-shirt wasnât cheering her up. âThought you said youâd send somebody over?â
âLost the coin toss. So whereâs this leak again?â
âRight in the middle of the living room. And it only happens when the rain comes from the south.â
Noah vanished and Jewel went inside, moping, listening to Noahâs work boots stomp-stomp-stomping overhead. Then back. Then the sound of the metal extension ladder creaking as he climbed back down. A minute later, he knocked at the open door. Sitting at the small dining table in the kitchen, her head in her hands, Jewel looked up from the electric bill and its cousins, trying not to feel like a Grade A loser.
âFound the problem,â Noah said. âItâs not supposed to rain for the rest of the week, so Iâll get back to patch it up in the next day or so. Althoughâ¦â He dug his fingers into the back of his neck, shaking his head. âProblem?â
âYeah. Every time I come over to fix something, I findanother issue.â He crossed his arms. âI doubt even Eli realizes how much work the place needs. If he wants to sell it for more than two bucks, at least.â
Jewel frowned. âIâm not in any danger of the roof caving in while I sleep or anything, am I?â
âYou might want to make sure your bedâs under the support beamâ¦just kidding,â he said as she sagged back in the chair. âUmâ¦you okay?â
This said in the manner of someone facing a potential bomb. Jewel almost smiled. âOther than feeling like this house? Iâm fine.â She wriggled her mouth back and forth a moment, then said, âYâall wouldnât need some secretarial work done or anything, would you?â At his silence, she looked over. âWhat?â
âJewel? I donât want to be mean or