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the door into the opening. He was stooped down, driving in the last screw when Lainie appeared on the other side of the door. She glared through the pane, a deep frown on her face. He knew what was coming.
    â€œIt’s glass.”
    Her words were muffled. He nodded and shrugged. She pursed her lips and pivoted on her heel. A few seconds later, she pushed through his back door and stopped at his side.
    â€œYou can see through it. Don’t you have some wood or something to cover this opening?”
    â€œNot here at the house. I’m sure you can find something to hang over the door to maintain your privacy.” He pushed to his feet. “I’m hardly ever here. You’ll have the place to yourself most of the time.”
    A knock at the back door drew his attention. Russ stepped into the hall, glancing between Shaw and Lainie. “You still need that ride?”
    â€œI’ll be ready in a minute. Lainie, this is my foreman, Russ Franklin. Russ, this is Lainie Hollings.” Shaw ignored the stunned look on his friend’s face. “I asked him to stop by and take me to pick up my truck. Is there anything you need me to get for you while I’m out?”
    Lainie crossed her arms over her chest, her reluctance to ask for more help evident in her pursed lips. “Food. The girls will be getting hungry and all I have are a few snacks.”
    Shaw nodded. “No problem. Make me a list.” After muttering a pleasantry to Russ, Lainie returned to her side of the house. Shaw looked at Russ and saw his dark eyes brimming with questions.
    â€œSo that’s the woman whose husband fell.”
    Shaw set his jaw. He didn’t want to discuss that day. “Yes.”
    Russ whistled softly. “Interesting how the Lord works things out.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?”
    â€œPutting this woman in your path again. Maybe He’s telling you it’s time to face a few things.”
    Beaux slipped in through the doggie door and trotted to Russ’s side, wagging his tail at the rigorous rubbing he received.
    Shaw ignored the comment and gathered up his tools. Russ was the only one who knew how the weight of Hollings’s death had affected Shaw. The guilt over the accident had sent him into a dark place. He’d left Beaumont Construction and moved to Gulf Shores, Alabama, and hired on with Russ’s company. When his behavior had started to affect his work, Russ had taken him under his wing, got him into church and helped him get his life back on track. Shaw had focused all his energy on mastering his craft, which had led to a job with Laura Durrant in Dover, a well-respected restorationist.
    Russ examined the French door opening in the wall. “You used that to fill the hole?”
    â€œDon’t have anything else. The boys used all my plywood during class last week.” He taught woodworking to some of the teens in town. Last week, they’d used the last of his plywood to make shelves for the church storage closet. He hadn’t had time to buy more.
    Inside the cab of Russ’s truck, Shaw fastened his seat belt and stared straight ahead. “I had to tell her the library is behind schedule.”
    â€œWhat for?”
    He glanced at Russ. “Because
she’s
the new librarian.”
    Russ exhaled a long slow whistle. “Not Miss Millie, huh?”
    â€œNope.”
    â€œThat’s not going to set well with some folks.”
    â€œNo kidding. I didn’t live here during her time, but even
I
know that Millie is the only person the town will accept to run the library.” Awarding the job to a stranger would cause a lot of hurt feelings and angry complaints.
    â€œHow’d she take it?”
    â€œNot well. She’s depending on that job to support her kids.”
    â€œThat’s a shame.”
    â€œYeah. Another reason for her to hate me.”
    â€œYou sure having this woman stay with you is a good idea? I remember