Fall Flip by Denise Weimer

Author:Denise Weimer [Weimer, Denise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781645261889
Publisher: Candlelight Fiction
Published: 2019-09-02T20:00:00+00:00

Later that day, Shelby opened the front door of the bungalow to find Scott and Todd installing the iron rail for the stairs. “Oh wow, that looks good!”

Scott looked up from drilling, undisguised pleasure flashing over his features. The effect couldn’t have hit Shelby more squarely in the chest if he’d thrown a hammer. “Hey! You’re here!”

“Yep, the guilt of poor Seth removing all the old nails and wallpaper by himself kept eating at me.”

“We’re touched you thought of us in our sufferings.” Todd placed a hand to the front of his flannel shirt before testing the new rail with a gentle shake, while the boss nodded his approval.

Scott winked at Shelby. “I have to admit, I was sore about taking out the old banister, but I like the openness of the iron on both sides.”

Shelby stifled a smug smile. “Thank you! Well, I hear Seth upstairs. I’ll go see how I can help him.” Following Tasha’s morning errand, and considering Scott’s proclivity to ferret out the truth, she harbored no desire to linger in his presence.

Scott stood and jogged down to where his tool box rested in the foyer. Shifting things around, he lifted out a small, new hammer with sharp tongs. “I’ll tell you how you can help him. You can tackle those nails in the master bedroom. After removing the glue and wiping the walls with that first batch of TSP, he hasn’t gotten back in there for the nails, and that room’s a nightmare.” He chuckled when Shelby didn’t try to hide her dismay. “I’ll come help you in a few minutes.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’ll do what I can, then leave. Maybe unexpectedly if I can’t take it.” Forcing a weak smile at her lame joke, Shelby hefted the hammer.

“No running out on us!” Todd’s voice followed her. “We’ll be listening.”

In the back room, Shelby admired the increased light admitted by the new French doors. She couldn’t wait to design the patio space on the other side. Then she surveyed the unpleasant labor before her, and her spirits sank. Removing her heels, Shelby placed her purse and water on a folding tray and went to work.

Some of the nails came out easily, while others had been pushed in too far for the hammer prongs to loosen. Threads of the old wallpaper clung under the edges with the stubborn tenacity of age. As she worked, she wondered if this had been Charles and Sharon’s bedroom. Had their fights taken place here, muffled from a small child’s ears by only a closed door? What tears and hurtful words had these walls witnessed? Remembering with guilt the almost visible weight David Barnes still carried, the unease in her chest deepened.

“You’re doing great.” Scott stood in the doorway, dressed for the cooler weather in an old Henley with his jeans rather than a T-shirt.

“Some of these nails are impossible.”

“Let me see what I can do with them.” He disappeared, returning a minute later with needle-nosed pliers. “Leave the stubborn ones to me.

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