new purchase from top to bottom,â he agreed. The girls heâd grown up with had had plenty of spirit, giving as good as they got, but Fiona was different. Defensive, almost, and the cop part of his mind wondered what she had to be defensive about.
âItâs a beautiful house, really. Itâs just been neglected.â Her smile flickered, and he thought her pride of ownership was getting the better of her wariness with him. âOnce I have the renovations done, you wonât know itâs the same place.â
âWhat do you have in mind to do?â He was happy to keep her talking about the house, because it seemed to put her at ease. Since she was moving in, she was part of his responsibility, and he liked to stay on friendly terms with folks.
âMy living quarters will be up here.â She gestured. âAt first I thought Iâd have to install a kitchen on this floor, but thereâs actually a back staircase that leads down to the current kitchen, so I can just use that.â
âA remnant from the days when people had servants, I guess. What happens downstairs?â
âThe old parlor will make a perfect waiting room.â She started down the steps, gesturing as she talked, and he followed. âThe other rooms will have to be partitioned to make an exam room and an office, maybespace for classes. The birthing clinic where I worked in San Francisco ran a lot of childbirth classes, but I donât know how much demand there will be here.â
He shrugged, coming down the last step to stand beside her in the hall. âYou may be surprised. Plenty of women among the Plain People prefer home births and might enjoy the classes. You should be able to build a good practice, if you stay.â
âIf?â Her eyebrows shot up at his words. âIâm not going to all this trouble with the intent of leaving. Why would you say that?â
He shrugged. âYou wouldnât wonder if you knew how this state has been losing medical personnel to other places. Weâve seen too much coming and going, mostly going, to take anything for granted. Folks just start to rely on someone and then find theyâve moved on to greener pastures.â
Especially city-bred people like you, he thought but didnât say.
âIâm not going anywhere.â She stroked the intricate carving of the newel post. âThis place is going to be my home.â
Her voice actually trembled with emotion on the last word, touching him, making him want to know what lay behind that emotion, but he didnât figure he had the right.
He was here because it was his duty to protect and serve all the residents of his township, he reminded himself. Not because he had a personal interest in awoman like Fiona Flanagan, with her quick tongue and urban manners.
âWell, if thatâs what you plan to do with the house, I guess youâre going to need someone to do the carpentry work, wonât you?â
She nodded. âIs there any chance you might be able to recommend someone?â
âThere are a couple of possibilities among the Amish carpenters, it being fall and the harvest is in. Iâll see what I can do.â
âAmish,â she repeated, and he couldnât tell what emotion tightened her face for an instant.
âTheyâre good carpenters, and this is an Amish community. Iâd think youâd want an introduction to them.â
âYes, of course, that would be perfect.â Whatever the emotion had been, it was gone. âDo you think theyâd be able to start soon?â
She looked up at him with such appeal that for a moment heâd do most anything to keep that hope shining in her eyes.
âIâll see if I can get hold of Mose Stetler. Maybe he can come over today or tomorrow.â
âThank you so much.â All her wariness was washed away by enthusiasm. âThank you.â
âNo problem.â He took a reluctant