Fletch froze in the doorway of the church conference room as six smiling faces turned his way and applause broke out all around. He looked to Gram for guidance, but she was grinning and clapping along with everyone else. All at once, the pieces fell into place. Gram’s request that he pick her up from the vacation-house meeting had been a ruse. The committee hadn’t assembled to discuss his offer; they’d already decided to accept it and wanted to say thanks. Warmth crept up his neck. A note in the mail, or a phone call, would have sufficed. He shifted from one foot to the other, eyeing the exit down the hall. Before he could bolt, Gram hurried over to him, linked her arm with his and tugged him into the room. “Let me introduce my grandson, Jack Fletcher—better known as Fletch. Thanks to him, Francis House is back on track.”
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