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“No way!” Ginger chuckled. “I’m not that good, but I can carry a tune well enough I suppose, or they would have tossed me by now. There are a few of us who sing with a small band. Do you go to church?”
“Yes.” He pulled out onto the road. “But I haven’t found what I’m looking for.”
“Would you like to go with me? I mean, you know, check it out.” She looked surprised for inviting him.
All things considered, he was, too. He couldn’t resist teasing her. “Are you asking me out?”
She’s old enough.
Her cheeks flushed. “Uh, no. You made that pretty clear.”
Had he really hurt her feelings? If so, it was a small price to pay for keeping things safe between them. “I’m your landlord.”
She gave him a cool stare. “Yeah, I know. Wait, don’t you go where your parents attend?”
“I’m looking for something less traditional.” He’d gone only once since he came home, and the church he’d grown up attending didn’t fit anymore.
She fumbled in her purse for a second or two. Then she whipped out a business card and placed it in his drink holder. “I go to Maple Springs Community Church and the service starts at nine. That’s the address and phone number. You can meet me there, since I’m going in early. It’s just a couple miles heading south, out of town.”
He nodded. “You’re quite the promoter, aren’t you?”
She shrugged but looked as if she braced for a slam.
He hadn’t meant to sound so critical and was sorry for it. “I have a proposition for you.”
She let loose a nervous-sounding giggle. “What’s that?”
It might serve both their needs, for now. “You want to win that window contest, right?”
She gave him a pointed look.
He chuckled. “I don’t have time to do it, but I’ll give you free rein on both windows and pay for the materials if you’ll do one thing.”
Now she looked nervous. “What’s that?”
“Wait on my customers so I can blow glass.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“You get the prize no matter which window wins.” He had to concentrate on the road ahead of him, but he could feel her weighing the pros and cons as she considered his request. He clenched his jaw to keep from coaxing her to accept. If what Monica had said was true, she could probably use the money.
“Okay, it’s a deal.” Ginger slipped off her mitten and held out her hand. “But we have to shake on it.”
“What?”
“Make it a true agreement between shop owners. Unless you’d rather put it in writing?”
“We don’t need to go that far.” He grabbed her hand for a quick pump but didn’t let go right away. Her skin felt soft. And something about the way her slender hand fit within his own made him feel protective of her. “We good?”
She pulled her hand away but wouldn’t look at him. “We’re good.”
Hopefully, he’d get more work done. And with Miss Sunny-Smiles working his customers, hopefully he’d make more sales, too. Which meant hired help or an apprentice might not be far off. Down the road, he’d like to take over the whole building so he could accommodate bigger orders. That would mean even more help.
He glanced at Ginger looking out her window. Snow fell fast, keeping his speed low. He’d give her plenty of notice to move her shop when the time came. Unless—would she consider working for him? She was great with his customers, but then she’d be even more off-limits.
There might come a day when he wouldn’t renew her business part of the lease. But if he hired Ginger Carleton, he’d have to give up any notions of cuddling on her couch.
Chapter Four
“Ginger, what a nice surprise.” Helen Zelinsky’s smile grew wider. “And you came with Zach.”
“His Jeep has better clearance than my car, and the snow’s really coming down out there.” Ginger handed over her snow-dampened coat as if proving her appearance with Zach was about the weather and convenience. Nothing more.
She’d brushed off the snow as best she could on the front porch before coming inside. She’d helped Zach do the same and it had taken effort to keep her mitten-encased hands from lingering on his broad shoulders.
What would Zach have done had she hugged him for his offer to pay for her window display? After their mutual and rather awkward agreement about not dating, it would have been a stitch to see the look on his face. Still, she had the better deal, as waiting on his customers in addition to hers would be a snap this time of year.
“You know each other?” Zach gave his mom a kiss on the forehead. A soft show of respect.
And Ginger’s heart twisted. In her family there was so little of that. They’d grown up learning to avoid conflict at all cost. As a result, respect and honesty were lost in an attempt to keep the peace. But there’d never been real peace at the Carletons’.
“Ginger helps with the church blood drives every quarter. She makes sure the volunteers get fed lunch.”
“You make them food?” He cocked one eyebrow.
Ginger shook her head. “No, no. I pick up and deliver is all.”
“Don’t let her fool you. Each year, she organizes the downtown restaurants that donate, then picks up and delivers.”
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