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He shrugged. “I’m going back to Chicago, but I didn’t want to leave things like we did
the other day. I hope that we can at least be friends. Here, I brought you a house-
warming gift.” He thrust a colorful gift bag toward her.
She took the bag from him and turned away, leaving the door open behind her.
Patrick frowned and followed her into the house. It wasn’t hard to see that something
had her upset—more than just his showing up unannounced. He wanted to help if he
could. If she’d let him.
[…]
He followed Julia back to the kitchen and found her leaning against the counter, looking
out of the window over the sink. She’d set the bag on the counter beside her,
untouched.
He wanted to go to her and hold her but feared what her reaction might be. Instead, he
stopped near the kitchen table, trying to decide what to do next. He looked down and
saw the estimate the contractor left her.
No wonder she was upset.
He had no idea how much money her aunt had left her, but he guessed it wasn’t much
based on the way the house had been kept and by her reaction to the builder’s
estimate.
Julia stood looking out at the sky. She was doing some deep breathing exercises and
thinking. Trying to regain her calm.
The contractor’s estimate was nothing to lose hope over, she assured herself. She had
known that starting her life over here, in this strange place, was going to be difficult.
She had to trust herself, trust that she would make it. She would find a way to support
herself. She would resume her marketing career if she had to. She was close enough
to New York to commute if need be and her former boss had assured her of a glowing
reference if she should need one.
Her house needed a roof. The floors needed refinishing and the walls needed a paint
job, inside and out—there were just too many things to mention. She would do
everything, just not all at once. It would take some time. This was her house now and
she wasn’t going to give it up.
Dealing with Patrick was a different story though. She found it difficult to remain calm
when she looked into the warm golden brown of his eyes. She took one last deep
breath to steel herself before turning to face him.
He stood near the kitchen table with a paper in his hand. She walked closer.
“What’s that?”
He pushed it across the table to her. “Is this what has you so upset?”
“It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
He grabbed her hands in his. “Let me help you. Please.”
She looked up at him. His touch felt so good. She hadn’t realized how much she
needed human contact, to be held and reassured, but she couldn’t seek solace from
Patrick. She had to maintain her distance. She squeezed his hands and pulled away.
“I don’t need your money, Patrick. I’ll be fine.”
“I wasn’t talking about money.”
She shook her head. “Then I don’t understand. How can you help me?”
“Let me do the roof for you.”
She gaped at him in surprise. “What? You?”
“Why do you look so skeptical?” he asked. “Dad is a contractor, you know and I
worked with him every summer during college. I’ve done lots of roofing.”
“It’s not that,” she stammered, “what about your job? You have to go back to Chicago.”
“I took a leave of absence,” he answered. “So, you see, I’m at your disposal.”
She looked away, trying to regain her equilibrium. This was all happening too fast. She
needed to have the roof fixed but to have Patrick do it?
“Come on, Blue, let me help you this one last time. You’ve made your feelings clear.
I’ve signed the divorce papers. I promise that I won’t pressure you for anything more.”
That was true enough. He had signed the papers. She looked him in the eye. He
looked sincere. And she really did need that roof done.
“I don’t know. I’m sure you’ll be sorry—it’s a big job,” she said, trying to give him an out.
“I like a challenge,” he responded with a confident smile.
She wished she felt as confident as he looked. Still, it might be the perfect solution to
her problem.
“Okay,” she answered slowly, “if you’re sure. Thank you for offering.”
He grinned at her. “I’ll go take a look at it right now.”
She shook her head as she followed him. She could see he was pleased and against
her better judgment she felt a spark of excitement too.
It’s just the roof, she reminded herself. Nothing more. He’ll be gone before you know it.
the other day. I hope that we can at least be friends. Here, I brought you a house-
warming gift.” He thrust a colorful gift bag toward her.
She took the bag from him and turned away, leaving the door open behind her.
Patrick frowned and followed her into the house. It wasn’t hard to see that something
had her upset—more than just his showing up unannounced. He wanted to help if he
could. If she’d let him.
[…]
He followed Julia back to the kitchen and found her leaning against the counter, looking
out of the window over the sink. She’d set the bag on the counter beside her,
untouched.
He wanted to go to her and hold her but feared what her reaction might be. Instead, he
stopped near the kitchen table, trying to decide what to do next. He looked down and
saw the estimate the contractor left her.
No wonder she was upset.
He had no idea how much money her aunt had left her, but he guessed it wasn’t much
based on the way the house had been kept and by her reaction to the builder’s
estimate.
Julia stood looking out at the sky. She was doing some deep breathing exercises and
thinking. Trying to regain her calm.
The contractor’s estimate was nothing to lose hope over, she assured herself. She had
known that starting her life over here, in this strange place, was going to be difficult.
She had to trust herself, trust that she would make it. She would find a way to support
herself. She would resume her marketing career if she had to. She was close enough
to New York to commute if need be and her former boss had assured her of a glowing
reference if she should need one.
Her house needed a roof. The floors needed refinishing and the walls needed a paint
job, inside and out—there were just too many things to mention. She would do
everything, just not all at once. It would take some time. This was her house now and
she wasn’t going to give it up.
Dealing with Patrick was a different story though. She found it difficult to remain calm
when she looked into the warm golden brown of his eyes. She took one last deep
breath to steel herself before turning to face him.
He stood near the kitchen table with a paper in his hand. She walked closer.
“What’s that?”
He pushed it across the table to her. “Is this what has you so upset?”
“It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
He grabbed her hands in his. “Let me help you. Please.”
She looked up at him. His touch felt so good. She hadn’t realized how much she
needed human contact, to be held and reassured, but she couldn’t seek solace from
Patrick. She had to maintain her distance. She squeezed his hands and pulled away.
“I don’t need your money, Patrick. I’ll be fine.”
“I wasn’t talking about money.”
She shook her head. “Then I don’t understand. How can you help me?”
“Let me do the roof for you.”
She gaped at him in surprise. “What? You?”
“Why do you look so skeptical?” he asked. “Dad is a contractor, you know and I
worked with him every summer during college. I’ve done lots of roofing.”
“It’s not that,” she stammered, “what about your job? You have to go back to Chicago.”
“I took a leave of absence,” he answered. “So, you see, I’m at your disposal.”
She looked away, trying to regain her equilibrium. This was all happening too fast. She
needed to have the roof fixed but to have Patrick do it?
“Come on, Blue, let me help you this one last time. You’ve made your feelings clear.
I’ve signed the divorce papers. I promise that I won’t pressure you for anything more.”
That was true enough. He had signed the papers. She looked him in the eye. He
looked sincere. And she really did need that roof done.
“I don’t know. I’m sure you’ll be sorry—it’s a big job,” she said, trying to give him an out.
“I like a challenge,” he responded with a confident smile.
She wished she felt as confident as he looked. Still, it might be the perfect solution to
her problem.
“Okay,” she answered slowly, “if you’re sure. Thank you for offering.”
He grinned at her. “I’ll go take a look at it right now.”
She shook her head as she followed him. She could see he was pleased and against
her better judgment she felt a spark of excitement too.
It’s just the roof, she reminded herself. Nothing more. He’ll be gone before you know it.
© All Rights Reserved 2006-2008 Jenyfer Matthews
Excerpt from HERE TO STAY
Julia nearly collided with Patrick who stood on the porch, poised to knock. When
Julia opened the door, he lowered his hand and tucked it into his pocket. “Hello,
Blue.”
She stood looking at him, gripping the edge of the door tightly. “What are you doing
here?”
Julia opened the door, he lowered his hand and tucked it into his pocket. “Hello,
Blue.”
She stood looking at him, gripping the edge of the door tightly. “What are you doing
here?”
