Thank goodness they called with a job, wanting some rooms renovated. This was an answer to prayer, no denying it. Since his paintball game and confession in the snow with Haley last week, he’d not seen much of her. There was an unspoken need for space. To wrestle with the truth. Wrestle with things still unsaid. Wrestle with feelings that wouldn’t let go. The way she cried against him sank into his heart and mind. Something, someone hurt her. Beyond the secrets Tammy kept from her. Darned if he didn’t want to be there for her. He spent Friday and Saturday making calls, seeing what kind of deals he could get for the remodel, getting set up and ready to go once the permits were released. So far, his effort yielded nothing, but he was hopeful. Inside Java Jane’s, the barista called to him. “Morning, Cole. The usual?” “Hey, Alice Sue. Yes, the usual please.”
