Rekindling The Widower's Heart. Glynna Kaye

pointed look at his cousin.

      Garrett merely offered a serene smile. “God moves in mysterious ways.”

      “Right.” Luke pushed away from the door. “Now let’s take a look at that microwave problem.”

      He strode to the back of the building, Delaney almost scampering behind him, eager to explain why his afternoon had been interrupted.

      “Pastor McCrae—I mean, Garrett—attempted to warm a mug of peppermint tea, but—”

      “Peppermint tea?” With a glance in Garrett’s direction, Luke raised disbelieving brows.

      The pastor only shrugged, his impish smile unapologetic.

      “Anyway,” Delaney continued, wanting Luke to get the full story, “when he put the mug in the microwave and pressed the start button, nothing happened.”

      “Zip,” Garrett confirmed. “I told Delaney there’s probably a trick to it. A secret knock or something.”

      Luke took a slow breath, his tone dry. “There’s a trick to it all right.”

      Garrett cast Delaney an I-told-you-so look.

      Squatting in front of the wooden microwave cart, Luke reached underneath. Then he pulled out a length of electrical cord, waved the plug end at his cousin and poked it in the wall outlet.

      “Well, what do you know?” Garrett laughed, not the least bit embarrassed.

      But she was. Heat scorched her cheeks. Luke probably thought her a total airhead. Why hadn’t she taken a look herself before Garrett called him? “I’m sorry. It didn’t even dawn on me that it might not be plugged in.”

      Luke looked down at her, a faint light of amusement in his eyes. “No problem. It’s my fault. I forgot Uncle Mac would have unplugged everything when the tenant vacated last fall. A safety precaution. Usually new renters don’t move in fifteen minutes after they sign the lease, so there’d normally be time to get everything hooked up and the refrigerator cooling.”

      He ran his hand roughly through his hair in an almost weary gesture—again confirming he had more important things on his mind. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll plug in the rest of the appliances down here and in the loft.”

      Garrett playfully punched him in the shoulder. “This is something you couldn’t have told me over the phone, cuz?”

      Luke drew back. “Are you kidding? And miss an opportunity to publicly demonstrate the shortcomings of our good pastor?”

      “He lives for that,” Garrett acknowledged with a smile in Delaney’s direction. “But all’s well that ends well, right?”

      Luke moved past her to the refrigerator, his height seeming even more imposing in the confined space.

      “Hey, while you’re in a Boy Scout frame of mind...” Garrett stepped in to assist in pulling the large appliance away from the wall. “Delaney has furniture and more boxes to bring over from Canyon Springs. Do you think you and that big pickup of yours could help her out?”

      Luke glanced up from where he’d plugged in the fridge, then slowly rose to his feet. “Now?”

      “No, not now,” Delaney quickly inserted, catching the reluctance in his tone. “Besides, I can always recruit someone from Canyon Springs.”

      Garrett helped push the now-humming refrigerator back into place. “Luke can do it. When would work best for you, Delaney?”

      “Today’s Thursday. So tomorrow, maybe? Or Saturday? Before Sunday evening, if possible.” But she wasn’t convinced that her new landlord was buying into the volunteer gig. “The youth group can always sit on the floor, but it will be more relaxing with a few comfy chairs and a sofa. I’d rather not resort to folding chairs. They’re too stiff and formal.”

      Kids didn’t much care for being rowed up or in a too-rigid circle. As she remembered from her own youth group days and as a high school youth leader when in college, a casual setting would be more conducive to building relationships and drawing out participation.

      Garrett’s eyes brightened. “Awesome idea. This place is perfect.”

      “You want the kids to meet here?” Luke’s disapproval of her plan was clearly evident. “What’s wrong with the fellowship hall where they usually meet?”

      Garrett gave his cousin an incredulous look. “The remodel, remember? It starts Monday and the place will be torn up for weeks. This is much better than resorting to a Sunday school classroom.”

      “But—”

      Garrett turned to Delaney, cutting Luke off. “I don’t have any objections. This place is spacious and centrally located. The kids will love it. I’ll get the word out.”

      Luke pinned Garrett with a doubtful look. “Don’t you think you should run it by the church board first?”

      “Mmm...” Garrett narrowed his eyes as if in deep thought, then shook his head. “No.”

      An unsmiling Luke wagged a finger at him. “One of these days, buddy, you’re going to overstep your bounds as an interim pastor and find yourself shown the door.”

      Interim pastor? He wasn’t the real deal? Had he overstepped his bounds by bringing her on board two days ago?

      Unfazed, Garrett grinned as he pulled out his cell phone and read an incoming text message. “You’d be leading the lynch mob, I assume?”

      “Guarantee it.”

      Garrett held up his phone. “Hey, looks like I’m late for a meeting. I’ll leave you two here to work out details for the move. Think you can handle that, Luke, without causing too much trauma to your schedule?”

      * * *

      “I can handle it.” Luke gave Garrett a steady look as he walked him to the door, Delaney trailing along behind.

      The pup was getting way too big for his britches these days and, as usual, he was doing his best to push his older cousin’s buttons. To Luke’s irritation, Garrett maintained, as did the rest of the extended family, that he spent too much time working at Hunter Ridge Enterprises. And seeing to the never-ending needs of his kids.

      Like it was any of their business. Little did they know that if all went well, he’d soon be out from under their scrutiny.

      But why was Garrett fobbing off the youth volunteer on him? The way he was all smiles and bending over backwards to accommodate her this afternoon—peppermint tea?—it appeared he intended to keep her to himself. Then again, maybe the interim pastor of Christ’s Church didn’t see him as competition for the much younger lady’s attention. It reminded him of a situation when, as a kid, Garrett had left a favored toy in the protective custody of their aged grandpa.

      With a wave of his hand, Garrett headed out the door. “I’ll take a rain check on that tea, Delaney. But stop by my office tomorrow morning and we’ll get the paperwork completed.”

      As soon as he’d departed, she spun toward Luke, her expression uncertain. “Please don’t feel obligated to help me move because your cousin is...pushy.”

      She thought Garrett was pushy? Perceptive. “I don’t mind. It’s just—”

      “That you’re a big boy and prefer making your own decisions?” Mischief lit her eyes and, in response, he felt the tug of his own somewhat rusty smile.

      “I’ve done that for quite a few years.”

      For ten more than she had.

      “It’s bad enough that you had to come over here to plug in a microwave.” For a moment she covered her face with her hands, her expressive eyes peeping at him from between ringed fingers. “How embarrassing.”

      “Don’t be embarrassed. Like I said, it’s my fault. And if I