A Valley Ridge Christmas. Holly Jacobs

it’s not necessary to explain.”

      He raked his fingers through what was left of his hair. He appeared as if he’d give up fighting his bad luck if he was fighting for only himself. But underneath that weariness was a firm resolve. She’d just met him, but Maeve knew Boyd was a man who would do anything for his family.

      “I don’t understand why you’re helping us.”

      “I’d like to say it’s what people do...but that’s not necessarily true. Not all people.” She remembered so many who had turned away from her and her mother when they were in the same kind of trouble as Boyd was now. “But some people do. Once, a long time ago, my mom and I needed help. Three people—for no reason at all and no personal gain I could ever see—stepped up. Ms. Mac, my school principal. Hank, who owns the diner. And Mrs. Anderson, the librarian. They all threw my mom and me a lifeline.”

      Maeve had spent her adult life trying to prove herself worthy of their help. To give back in a way that would make them proud. “Most afternoons I stayed at the library. Mrs. Anderson kept giving me new books to read. And over the years, she became more than a librarian to me—she was a friend. When she moved into a retirement home, she sold me her house at a ridiculously low price. That’s where I live now, and I’m sure she’d have liked the idea of your family finding shelter there. She was never someone who did anything big and flashy, or that made anyone notice her. She lived her life quietly giving to others in countless ways.”

      Giving her help. Giving her time. Giving her heart.

      Maeve had asked Mrs. Anderson to stay on at the house, but she’d insisted she was excited to move to the retirement home. Maeve had visited weekly, until two years ago when Mrs. Anderson had passed away.

      “During the worst period in my life, she pointed me toward books that were filled with hope and optimism. Mrs. Anderson left me that cross-stitch in my kitchen. I can’t save the world, but I can try. She lived by those words and I’m working at following in her footsteps. You’ve heard of paying it forward? Well, I’m paying it back. We won’t be talking about money. The amount of electricity or water you’ll use is minimal.” He seemed as if he was about to protest, but she held up a hand. “And you can pay me back for it by helping someone else someday.”

      He still looked as if he was going to refuse, so she added, “And helping me with a few projects.”

      He eyed her suspiciously. “Busywork or things you really need done?”

      She laughed. “I’m a single woman who is at home in a library or a winery. I’m competent in my sphere. Projects at home are always a challenge.”

      She pulled out the big guns. “And you’d be doing it for Josie.”

      “You and Josie,” he muttered.

      “Me and Josie what?”

      “Know what to say to get your way.” The quiet man offered her a small smile, and Maeve got a glimpse of what Josie had seen in him. “My father always warned me about women like you two.”

      She laughed. “Dangerous. Yeah, that’s me. But dangerous or not, there are days I think I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached to my neck. Do you mind waiting another moment before we go home? I have to run back into the store for something.”

      “Sure,” he said. “I can manage that all right.”

      She hurried into the winery. Its unique fruity scent was always welcoming, she thought. The shelves were filled with wine bottles and grape-inspired paraphernalia and were as familiar to her as the shelves in her library. True, there was no Dewey decimal system here, but she could find everything and anything in a moment’s notice.

      Gabriel must have heard her because he popped his head out of the office. “Oh, it’s you. Did you forget something?”

      Asking for help wasn’t something Maeve was accustomed to any more than Boyd was. But this was for someone else after all. She looked her boss in the eye. “No, I didn’t forget anything, even though I just lied to someone and said I did. I wanted to ask if you know anyone who is still looking for some short-term, seasonal help.”

      “Not offhand. Why?”

      “I have a family, a young family, who’s staying with me. Well, near me. They were on their way to North Dakota to look for work, but now they’re stuck here for a while. Josie, the mom, is pregnant and the doctor’s put her on bed rest. Her husband, Boyd, won’t accept charity, and he needs something to do until they can leave...” She let the sentence fade, realizing she was rambling.

      Gabriel looked as angelic as his name. He had dark hair, which wanted badly to curl. He kept it cut short, but if he was even a couple days late in trimming it, the curl took hold. He also had piercing blue eyes that didn’t miss anything. Sometimes Maeve thought he saw more to her than she did herself.

      “Well, that’s more personal information than you’ve ever shared, Maeve. We worked together all day and you didn’t mention you had guests.”

      She shrugged. She liked Gabriel. Liked him a lot. When she started here, he’d tried to engage her in small talk, but she wasn’t very good at it. They’d found common ground discussing work, wine and customers, and he seemed to accept those parameters. But he’d obviously noticed that she didn’t reveal much about herself.

      “I wondered if you have any odd jobs going, no matter how small, or if there’s anyone else who needs someone.” She knew that Gabriel didn’t have a permanent, salaried position open, but from time to time there were small things that needed to be done.

      “I can’t think of when you’ve ever asked me for anything,” he mused.

      “Donations for the library,” she reminded him.

      He laughed. “Yes, you’ve hit up everyone in Valley Ridge for that. But this is different. I wish I had an opening, or had heard of someone who did. But I’ll ask around.”

      “Thanks, Gabriel.” She felt a bit awkward for having asked. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

      Okay, that was a good try. She’d ask Mattie. Maybe one of the shops in town was hiring, and if so, Mattie would know. Working at the coffee shop, Mattie heard about things like that.

      “Wait,” Gabriel called.

      Maeve turned around.

      “It’s not a real job, but I could use someone to organize the garage out back. Clean it, put things away...”

      “You’re making up work,” she accused.

      “Maybe.” He shot her a quick smile. “But are you going to tell him about the offer?”

      “I will. Thanks, Gabriel.”

      “I wish it was more.”

      “It’s a start.” She returned to Boyd and tried to think how to word the job offer.

      “Boyd, I double-checked with my boss since he’s been complaining forever about the awful state of the garage, and he said you’re welcome to the job. It’s only cleaning and organizing the space, but...”

      Boyd studied her in a way that made her feel he saw as much as Gabriel did. “Do you know what Josie told me last night?”

      “No.”

      “We were in our bed, the RV was warm and she said, ‘I told you so, Boyd.’” He paused. “When I got laid off, and then when we lost it all, she told me not to worry. She told me that she believed that angels were everywhere and that things would turn out all right for us. So, last night, she said, ‘I told you so, Boyd. We’ve found our first angel.’ I didn’t argue.

      “I can never argue with Josie. She listens to me, lets all my arguments bash themselves against her smile. Truthfully, though, this time, I wasn’t sure I believed her. But maybe I’m starting to.”

      “Don’t,” Maeve told him.