The wind went out of her so quickly he thought she’d collapse.
“But the Mortons feed me as their part in the work. If you’re helping here, they’d expect to volunteer meals for you just as they do for me.”
She lifted her chin. “Fine. Then I accept.”
She accepted? As if she did him a favor? He laughed outright. The sound rumbled from his chest. He stopped. Blue never laughed anymore, and yet he’d done it twice in one morning.
She held out her hand. “Agreed?”
“Agreed.” He slowly brought his hand up to hers and shook. He drew back so suddenly he almost pulled her off balance. But he hadn’t touched a woman in two years. It felt strangely pleasant.
“Now show me what to do.”
“You certainly are bossy.”
The girls had been dragging their boots through the sawdust, leaving little trails, but they looked up at his comment.
“You called Mama a bad word.” Libby sounded affronted.
“What bad word did I say?”
“You said bossy. Mama says we aren’t to say that to people. But you did.” Poor Libby looked so shocked Blue rushed to apologize.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was a bad word.” He glanced toward Clara. She grinned as if she enjoyed his discomfort. Which was hardly fair seeing as he’d never before considered it a bad word.
“It’s okay.” She patted his arm. “Libby will be sure and straighten you out if your language gets too rough.” She laughed, a sound so pure and sweet he could only stare.
He quickly came to his senses. “You’re enjoying this a little too much.” He tried his best to sound aggrieved.
“Sorry. But the look on your face was priceless.”
It was time to get things back to order. He hunkered down in front of the sections of a pew he’d cut. “This is what I have so far. The wood is oak. One of the finest woods they make, in my opinion. Look at the beautiful grain.”
She ran her fingers over the wood. “It is nice.”
“Nice?” He took a beat of silence. Did he expect her to see the beauty of the wood just because he did? “Of course, it isn’t finished yet. By the time I run my plane over it a few times, it will be so smooth you won’t believe it.”
Libby squatted at his side. “Like Mama’s skin?”
Clara blushed bright red.
Blue grinned. It was her turn to have Libby cause her problems. “You keep your mama on her toes, don’t you?”
Libby studied her mother’s feet. “No. She’s not on her toes.”
Eleanor sighed. “Lib, it’s a saying. It means you make her pay attention.”
“To what?”
“To what you are going to say or do next.”
Libby stood up and held her hands in the air in a gesture of confusion. “But how can she know? Even I don’t know.”
Clara rolled her head back and forth. “And that’s a good portion of the problem.”
Blue returned to his full height. His eyes caught hers, and they laughed as they silently acknowledged how this child had embarrassed them both by turn.
She’d done something more, he realized. She’d put them both a bit more at ease.
But was that a good thing or not?
He jerked away and led Clara to the sawhorses. “You can help me measure each piece.” He showed her the plans he’d drawn. “This is what we’re going to make.”
She studied the drawings, then nodded. “Looks simple enough.”
“It is. All I have to do is make sure each cut is exact, the grain is always going the right direction and everything fits together perfectly.”
“Don’t you mean all we have to do?”
“We’ll see.” He had a whole wagonload of doubts about how much help she’d be.
His plans seemed a vague dream at the moment.
He positioned a length of lumber on the sawhorses. “First, we measure. Hold the end of the tape there.” He showed her and took the first measurement. “Hold it firmly. Even a fraction of an inch can have a bearing on the finished product.”
“I have it.”
The girls stood close by, watching.
He measured several different places where he would have to cut. “Now I’ll measure again and make sure they’re all correct.”