Swan Point. Sherryl Woods

to argue about that, but he nodded and gestured toward the shed. “The ladder’s in there? Is it locked?”

      “No, it’s open.”

      She took a deep breath and fought for composure while he got the extension ladder and put it against the side of the house. No sooner had he started up to the roof, than Tomas spotted him and came running across the yard.

      “Who’s that?” he asked, staring after Gabe. “Can I go up on the roof with him?”

      He already had one foot on the bottom rung when Adelia clamped a hand on his shoulder. “Not now,” she said firmly. “Let Gabe do his job.”

      Tomas stared up at the roof, his disappointment plain. “But what’s he doing?”

      “Looking to see what kind of shape the roof is in and what it will take to fix it,” she said.

      Tomas frowned. “Do we know him?”

      “I do,” she said. “You remember Mitch Franklin?”

      “The man who’s fixing all those stores on Main Street,” Tomas said. “He’s married to the cupcake lady.”

      Adelia smiled at the characterization. Clearly baking cupcakes was more memorable to Tomas than Lynn’s name. “Exactly. Gabe is his cousin. He works for Mitch.”

      “Is he gonna do anything else here?” he asked, his curious gaze still fixed on Gabe, who was scrambling over the steep roof with the agility of a mountain goat.

      “Lots of things,” Adelia said. “He or the people who work for him are going to do all those things on that list we made.”

      “Like paint my room?”

      She smiled at his sudden eagerness. “That’s definitely on the list,” she agreed.

      “Will he let me help? Mitch let Jeremy help when he was working at Raylene’s.”

      “I’m sure he’ll try to find some things you can do,” Adelia said, hoping that would be the case. She was sure Tomas would start to feel better about this new home if he had even a tiny role to play in making the necessary improvements. “You have to promise, though, to do exactly what Gabe or any of the other professionals tell you to do and never to do anything involving tools without supervision.”

      “Promise,” Tomas said, his attention already wandering as he saw Gabe descending the ladder. He scampered over to wait for him.

      “Hi,” he said, startling Gabe so badly he almost missed his footing. “I’m Tomas.”

      Gabe steadied himself, then held out a hand. “I’m Gabe,” he said. “Are you the man of the house?”

      Tomas looked surprised by the question, but Adelia saw his chest swell just a little as he realized that was exactly what he was. “Since my dad’s not here, I am.”

      “Then I’ll be sure to talk things over with you when I start working around here,” Gabe promised him, winking at Adelia over his head.

      “I don’t imagine he’ll give you much choice,” she told Gabe. “Tomas wants to be part of your crew, that is, if you can find anything for him to do that isn’t too dangerous.”

      “Mom! I’m not a baby,” her son protested.

      “Of course not,” Gabe was quick to say. “But you are inexperienced, or am I wrong about that? Have you built a house before?”

      Tomas giggled. “No.”

      Gabe nodded solemnly. “Then in that case, you’ll learn on the job.”

      “I can do that,” her son said with enthusiasm. “I’m a quick learner. I get really good grades in school and I hardly have to study at all.” He made a face. “Except spelling. I’m bad at spelling.”

      “We’ve all struggled with that on occasion,” Gabe said.

      Tomas looked surprised. “Even you?”

      “Even me,” Gabe said. “Why don’t you show me these things that are on your mom’s list? This is man’s work, after all.”

      Adelia might have taken offense at that if Tomas hadn’t looked so excited at being included among the men on this particular job.

      Smiling, she said, “I’ll leave you to it, then. Make sure you’re in the dining room for dinner in fifteen minutes,” she told them both. “Abuela doesn’t like dinner getting cold.”

      Tomas nodded at once, then confided to Gabe. “Abuela makes the best food ever!”

      “I’ll bet she does,” Gabe said. “I’m looking forward to it.” He glanced at the list, found the next item—painting the bedrooms—and suggested that Tomas lead the way.

      As they went into the house, she heard her son chattering away, sounding happier than she’d heard him in weeks.

      Left with no other alternative, she went into the kitchen and found all three of her girls dealing with various assignments while her mother watched over them. Natalia was putting rice into a bowl almost as big as she was. Juanita, her tongue caught between her teeth and a frown of concentration on her forehead, was carefully pouring steaming, fragrant black beans into another bowl.

      “Sounds to me as if you just made Tomas’s day,” her mother said, regarding her approvingly. “What do you know about this man? Is he a good role model?”

      “I can’t really say,” Adelia admitted. “But he was very kind to Tomas just now. If he hadn’t been, if he’d shown any hint of impatience, I wouldn’t have left them alone.”

      “And is he equally kind to you?” her mother asked quietly, the question spoken low enough that she wouldn’t be heard over the girls’ squabbling.

      “He doesn’t need to be kind to me. He just needs to get the work done,” Adelia replied.

      “I spoke to your brother just now and mentioned that Gabe was here.”

      “Thanks for that,” Adelia said dryly. She should probably expect a visit or call from her protective brother no later than tomorrow.

      Her mother ignored the hint of sarcasm in her voice and told her, “Elliott still seems to think there might be more to his interest than any work he might do around here.”

      “My brother has stars in his eyes these days,” Adelia said in a tone that made light of Elliott’s opinion. “Karen has made him very happy with their life as a family.”

      “One thing has nothing to do with the other,” her mother insisted. “He’s concerned for your happiness. We all are.”

      “I’m happier than I have been in years,” Adelia said. Even as the words tumbled out just to divert unwanted attention, she realized they were actually true. Her life might not be perfect, but it was a whole lot better than the lie she’d been forced to live with Ernesto. Better yet, her happiness was within herself and not tied to any man.

      * * *

      Gabe couldn’t ever recall having a meal that came with quite as much commotion as the one he was sharing with Adelia and her family. The good news was that it was impossible for them to share a single private word. That was the bad news, as well.

      Still, he liked seeing her up close like this with her family. Her daughters, well, the younger two, anyway, had plenty to say, talking over each other in an attempt to get not only their mother’s attention, but his. To do that, though, they had to compete with Tomas, who’d managed to sit beside Gabe and asked more questions than Alex Trebek in a year’s worth of Jeopardy episodes. Gabe noted that Adelia seemed amused and showed not the slightest inclination to rescue him.

      Mrs. Cruz, however, did chime in from time to time to remind her grandson to give Mr. Franklin time to breathe.

      Tomas regarded her blankly. “He is