Page 17 of Kissing the Sheriff

Conrad and Billyhad removed all the rotted boards from the back porch and replaced them by the time Cassie returned. “My word, the two of you work fast.”

Conrad put his arm around Billy, who was covered with dirt. “Billy’s a good little helper. I’m going to have him help me every day. Providing his mother allows.”

“I’m going to get paid.” Billy grinned at Conrad. “Can we eat now?”

“Yes. Where did you leave your lunch?”

“It’s over there.” Billy ran to a nearby tree.

“He’s a good boy,” Cassie commented. “I’m glad you’re letting him help. He gets bored at home and hasn’t a lot to keep him occupied.”

“What about chores?” Conrad put his hammer into the bucket.

“He gets them done early, and with school being what it is …” She sighed. “We need a new schoolmaster.

“Not to mention a school house. Where is it?”

“We had one, but it burned down just before …” She looked away. “Suffice to say, we haven’t rebuilt it yet.”

“Hmmm, I see. Pity.” He would speak to Sterling but didn’t think his brother would agree to another building project. Even if Sterling decided to stay, the rest of them would still have to make it to San Francisco on time.

“I can make you another sandwich,” she offered, breaking into his thoughts.

Billy returned with his sack. “Can I eat at the kitchen table?”

She nodded at the door. The boy ran inside. “What about you? Do you want to eat at the kitchen table?”

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the back of his neck. “That would be most agreeable.” He looked at the sun. “It’s warm today.”

“It often is at this time of year. Summer lingers here. I like it.”

“I’m still getting used to your climate. England is often gray and dreary, though we do have our sunny days.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” She preceded him into the house. “Sit, I’ll make lunch. I know you haven’t had time to go to the hotel for any.”

Billy was already at the table munching on a sandwich. “You’re right, I haven’t.” He looked at Billy. “I say, what do you have there?”

“My ham sandwich. And I have an apple and some molasses pie.”

“Lucky you.” He eyed the pie.

Billy put it into his sack and glared back.

Conrad laughed. “Not to worry, chap. I’m not going to steal your treat.”

Billy smiled and took another bite of his sandwich.

“I should bake some cookies,” Cassie said to no one in particular.

“I’d like that.” Conrad smiled at her. She had that sad look again. He didn’t like it. “So what can I do for you today?”

She looked confused. “You’re doing plenty.”

“Nothing special on your mind?”

She shook her head. “Alma thinks the town should have a dance.”

His eyebrows rose. “Really? Jolly good. I do love to dance.”