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Authors: Emma Miller,Renee Andrews,Virginia Carmichael

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Chapter Seven

“I
'm looking forward to meeting your friend Laura.” Brother Henry shook David's hand as he exited the church Sunday morning. “Zeb told me about her moving here and working at the bookstore.” He gave David a friendly smile. “That's a good thing you're doing for that young lady, giving her a place to work and helping her out when she's on her own and expecting.”

“I did what any friend would do,” David said.

Brother Henry nodded. “A true friend would,” he agreed. “Daniel and Mandy mentioned they invited her to church this morning. Maybe she'll come worship with us eventually. We'd love to have her.”

“I invited her, as well,” David said. “And I'm praying she'll come, too.”

“That's good. That's what works,” Brother Henry answered, then turned to shake the next person's hand.

David started down the church steps with Laura on his mind. They'd had such an amazing weekend, selling all of the
Boxcar Children
books Friday night and filling each of her sign-up sheets with kids for the book club. Thanks to Laura, the bookstore would have a record number of children in every week, and hopefully their parents would shop for books while the kids participated in the book club. His business could sure use the shot in the arm, but David wondered if it was enough.

As if he knew where David's thoughts had headed, Milton Stott waited for his client at the bottom of the steps.

“Morning, David,” Milton said. “Nice service, wasn't it?”

“It was. Brother Henry always does a great job.” David started toward his car and hoped that Milton wouldn't bring up business, but the accountant joined in to walk with him across the parking lot.

“David, I wanted to ask you about something I heard,” he said.

Checking to make sure no one was close enough to overhear their conversation, David leaned against his car and braced for Milton's question. “Okay.”

“My daughter mentioned meeting a new girl in town. Said she's expecting twins, that's she a nice lady
and
that she's working for you at the bookstore.”

“She is a nice lady, a friend of mine from college, and she is expecting twins,” David said. “I'd hoped to bring her to church with me this morning—maybe she'll come next week.” David knew none of those things were what the accountant wanted to hear about, but he thought maybe it'd let him see that David didn't want to talk about her employment status.

Milton didn't seem to care.

“And she works for you at the bookstore?” Milton asked.

David should've known it wouldn't be that easy. “She does,” he said, “and she's already brought in several new customers. We've started a book club for kids that has maxed out, and it hasn't even officially started yet. And we're expecting a large turnout for Destiny Lee's first book signing next Saturday.” David attempted to control his tone so that it didn't sound like he was tossing out a sales pitch for his new employee, even if that was, for the most part, exactly what he was doing.

Milton smiled and nodded at Bo and Maura Taylor as they walked by, and David, thankful his accountant waited for them to pass before continuing this conversation, did the same. As soon as the couple got in the car next to David's and left, Milton forged ahead.

“David,” he said, frowning, “I'm glad that you're making some headway in the business, and I think it's admirable that you're willing to try to help that girl out, especially given the state of your financials. But even with those sales, I just don't see how you're going to get out of the red.”

“We haven't even seen how many sales I can generate with the book signing. And the craft extravaganza is this week. That will also boost my numbers.” David was grasping at straws, and the look on Milton's face said he knew it.

“Your grandmother left you two things—that bookstore and her farmhouse. The bookstore isn't making it, and every time you borrow more money against your line of credit to try to save it, you're risking losing the farmhouse, too.”

When David got the line of credit and used the farmhouse as collateral, it hadn't seemed like that big of a risk. But, as Milton had pointed out, he'd been borrowing against it nearly every month in an effort to save the bookstore. Now he owed nearly as much as the place was worth, and he wasn't even living there.

“I think you need to consider two options, son. And I'm not trying to worry you. I'm just trying to save you from losing both. You need to either decide that you can make the bookstore work—somehow—and sell the farmhouse. Or you need to let the bookstore go, cut your losses and keep your grandmother's home.”

“I plan to live in that house one day when I have a family,” David said.

Milton grunted. “I suspected that. Well, then, I've got to tell you, I'd recommend putting the bookstore on the market. Residential real estate isn't selling all that great now, but commercial property on the square is always a sure thing.”

David's heart felt heavy in his chest. “She thought I could make the store work. I can't let her down.” And he didn't want to let Laura down, either.

“Personally, I think it would've let her down more if she'd have thought you'd lose the bookstore
and
the house.” Milton sighed, obviously realizing David wasn't ready to throw in the towel. “Just promise me you'll think about what I've said. It's my job to watch out for your business, and I am trying.”

“I know, and I appreciate that,” David said. “And I promise to think about it.” He'd have no trouble keeping that promise. The fear of losing the store, and now the house, hovered in his thoughts nonstop.

“All right, then. Let me know if you need to talk.”

Once Milton had left, David unlocked his door and started to get in but stopped when someone called his name.

Chad Martin had his window rolled down as he pulled up in his old BMW. “Hey, we're all heading to Stockville to try out that new Country Junction buffet. You wanna come?”

Chad's wife, Jessica, waved from the passenger seat. Their son, Nathan, sat in the backseat beside his little sister, Lainey. He also rolled his window down and told David, “I've already read up to chapter six in
The Boxcar Children
. I'll be done before our club meets.”

Chad grinned. “Nathan's pretty excited about being in a club.”

Jessica leaned toward her husband so that she could see David clearly and added, “We figure if he's going to join a club, a book club is a good way to go.”

“Yeah, it is,” David said. “So who all is going to the buffet?”

“Us, Troy and Destiny, Matt, Hannah and Autumn, Mitch and his girls, Daniel, Mandy, Kaden and Mia.”

“We invited the Cutters, but Eden had already fixed lunch for all of them to eat together at her farm,” Jessica said. “We're going on to the restaurant to get the table. Matt needed to run by his office on the way, and Daniel and Mandy are going by her gallery to see if the lady renting from them wants to come. Mandy said she's a friend of yours from college?”

David was thrilled they remembered Laura, and he prayed she'd come. “Yes, she is.”

“So, you coming?” Chad asked.

A moment ago he was debating it, but now, the decision was easy. “Sure.”

* * *

Laura still felt odd waking on a Sunday morning and not going to church. True, she'd stopped halfway through her years at UT, but she'd never gotten over that automatic impulse to get dressed, drive to the nearest church building and worship. When she first stopped, it was because none of her friends attended any service on campus and most of them—including Laura—stayed up too late on Saturday night to even consider waking up early for a church service Sunday morning.

But since she graduated, she'd thought more about church again, thought more about faith again. And nowadays, she didn't attend for totally different reasons than those in college. Now she didn't go because of guilt. She'd left God behind and ended up single and pregnant. Not only that, but she also wasn't certain parents would want her attending a worship service with their kids. What kind of example was she for teens? Then again, they might want to use her as an example of what
not
to do.

She'd eaten a bagel for breakfast, but it was nearly noon, and her stomach said the babies were hungry. She started down the stairs to the kitchen to fix a PB&J...or two...and had just peeked in the refrigerator when the back door flew open and Kaden entered.

“What ya doing? You didn't eat yet, did you? Mom said we wanted to catch you before you ate lunch, but you didn't answer your phone, so I ran in!”

“I think my phone is still by my bed upstairs,” she said. “Why did you want to catch me before I ate?”

“'Cause everybody is going to the new place to eat in Stockville, and Dad and Mom wanted you to come, too. You are going to come, aren't you? 'Cause I'm hungry and we need to go.”

Mandy entered the kitchen and rubbed a hand over Kaden's sandy curls. “We'd really like for you to join us,” she said. “It's just a small group from church, but I'd like for you to meet them.”

Laura noticed Mandy's sweaterdress, scarf and boots. Kaden wore a dark green polo shirt and khakis. She glanced down at her Titans T-shirt and maternity pajama pants. “I'm not exactly dressed for it. Maybe I'll go next time.”

Mandy ran her hand down to Kaden's neck and tenderly turned him toward the door. “Kaden, go on and tell your daddy that we'll be out in a minute. We need to give Laura a second to change.”

“But—” Laura began.

Neither listened.

“Okay!” Kaden ran to the door, leaped from the top stair to the pavement and then continued to their minivan shouting to his father that Laura was coming.

Mandy crossed the room, took Laura's hand from the refrigerator handle and then eased the door shut. “I want you to go. You've been either working at the bookstore or cooped up in here all week. You need to get out, and I want you to meet our friends.”

“Your
church
friends,” Laura said.

“Same difference.”

“I don't belong with a church group now. It doesn't feel right for me to go. After I have the babies, I plan to start back. I want them to grow up knowing God, but now...”

“Now is the perfect time for you to start back.”

“I've made so many mistakes. Mistakes that are—” she glanced at her growing stomach “—rather obvious.” Then she thought about how that sounded and said, “I don't mean that my babies are a mistake. I'm excited about having them and hopeful that I'll do a good job as a new mom.”

“I believe you will,” Mandy interjected.

“But,” Laura continued, “I'm afraid people will look at me and feel like I shouldn't be in church.”

“Maybe
you
don't feel like you should be, but I think people will surprise you. Come eat lunch with us today,” Mandy said. “You need to meet some of the folks that you think won't want you in church. Then tell me what you think. And besides, I have something to talk to you about over lunch. Another book club idea for the bookstore.”

“Couldn't we talk about it here?” Laura asked.

“Nope. Now get dressed, please. I'm hungry.” Mandy smiled and pointed to the stairs. “Go on.”

“Are you always this bossy?”

“That's a question for my husband,” she answered with a laugh.

Laura went to her room and changed into one of the new outfits her mother had brought. The mocha color-block dress had zigzagging diagonal stripes of chocolate and red accenting the skirt and flowed beautifully to Laura's ankles. She added the red jewelry her mother had bought to match the dress and chocolate flats. After running a brush through her hair and putting on a little mascara and lip gloss, she grabbed her purse and phone.

Before leaving, she took a final glance in the mirror. She still wasn't used to the new shape of her body, but even so, she did think pregnancy agreed with her. Her cheeks were rosy without blush, and her hair was healthier, too, probably due to the prenatal vitamins. Wearing the maternity clothes was also fun, especially when she had so many to choose from, thanks to her mom. She thought of her mom and sure hoped her dad would be able to help Laura figure out what was wrong. Laura looked forward to his visit after Thanksgiving.

She ran her hand along the fabric covering her stomach and smiled when one of the girls kicked toward her palm. “Don't worry. I'm feeding you soon.” Then she left to join her friends in the van.

Mia was in her car seat in the middle section, a pacifier in her mouth. Kaden sat buckled in the very back.

“Wow, you look really pretty!” he said as Laura climbed in.

“That's my boy,” Daniel said from the driver's seat. “Already knows how to compliment the ladies.”

Mandy laughed, and Laura grinned. “Well, thank you, Kaden. You just made my day.”

“Cool!”

“You do look very nice,” Mandy agreed, “and we're glad you decided to come.”

“Me, too,” Laura admitted. It did feel good to get out with friends, and she found herself looking forward to meeting the others at the restaurant. She'd met quite a few of Claremont's residents over the past week and with each person she met, she grew a little fonder of her new town. It seemed the perfect place to raise her girls.

Her phone buzzed in her purse and she withdrew it to see she'd missed three messages. The first two were from Mandy.

Mandy Brantley: Hey, we're leaving church now. Want to come get you to go eat. Okay?

Mandy Brantley: Didn't hear back from you but we're on our way anyway ;) We want you to meet our friends.

She smiled at Mandy's persistence and then noticed that the third message was from David. She opened it.

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