love.â
âYes.â His eyes shot open and widened with surprise. âYes, it does.â
âIâm sure youâre frustrated about having to rely on others.â
âWhat would you know about that?â
âAbout a year ago, I left my job, my house and everything I loved to move to Shelby Lake, where I knew only a handful of people.â
âWhyâd you do it?â
A flicker of something shadowed her eyes, but she blinked several times. Maybe Alec had imagined it. âI needed a fresh start. My fiancé ended our engagement six weeks before our wedding. I came to Shelby Lake to help my brother with his daughters and to see what new plan God had for me.â
Ouch.
âSounds like he wasnât the right guy. But youâre youngâyou have your life ahead of you. Iâm an old man, sent here to live out my remaining years.â
âItâs not like that and you know it.â Alec tried to stay patient, but were they going to have this conversation every time they were together?
Sarah stood and picked up a framed photo of Emmett and Gideon. âYouâre welcome to feel that way, Mr. Browne, but it wonât change your situation. From what I understand, youâre free to come and go as you please. Your son lives down the street, right? Now you can see him more often. Plus, Iâm sure if you talk to the other residents, youâll find many of them may have had similar feelings. When we came in, two ladies were talking about a book they just read. A guy was doing the crossword in the paper...in pen. If you give yourself a chance, you can learn to find the joy in your situation.â
âHowâd you get so smart?â
âThe hard way, but no matter my circumstances, God is unchanging and helps me get through what Iâm facing.â
Emmett looked at her, then at Alec. âYou listening to her? She speaks truth, my boy.â
âWeâre not talking about me, Emmett. How about going down to the living room and getting to know a couple of people? Dinnerâs going to be served soon. Perhaps you could sit in the dining room today instead of eating in your suite? Iâll even go with you.â
âI donât need a babysitter. I can do things by myself.â Emmett gazed out the window, silent for a moment, then lowered the footrest on his recliner. He stood, straightened his bow tie and reached for his wooden cane. âLetâs go.â
Apparently he wasnât ready to do dinner by himself.
Alec tossed a smile at Sarah, suddenly appreciating her people skills even more. Heâd give her a hug if it wouldnât be out of line. Her ability to relate to his uncleâs frustration caused Alecâs opinion of her to skyrocket. After spending so much time with her the past week, heâd learned she was anything but a scatterbrain.
Sarah touched his arm and beckoned him to come closer. He leaned in enough to inhale the scent of her shampoo. Her breath fanned his ear. âDo you trust me?â
âAbout what?â He hated the hesitation that crept into his voice, but trusting others didnât come easily these days.
âI have an idea to help your uncle feel more at home, but I need you to have some faith in me...and the key for this apartment.â
âWhat for?â
She dropped her hand on her hip and shot him a saucy grin. âThatâs where the trust part comes in. And you must keep your uncle busy for a few hours.â
Alec narrowed his eyes and searched her face, taking in those high cheekbones and the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Sighing, he reached into his pocket and folded the key into her hand, allowing his fingers to linger a second longer than necessary to feel the softness of her skin.
He hoped he didnât regret trusting her.
* * *
Sarah had no guarantee her plan would work, but she had to try.
The sadness in Emmettâs face carved a hole in
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