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turned slightly and then paused and faced her again. “Are we—” he raised a palm “—okay?”
    “Yes. It’s all good,” she said with a shaky laugh.
    “You’re sure? I have this unsettling feeling that I did something wrong. But I can’t quite figure out what.”
    “No. It’s me, not you.”
    He scratched his head. “I’ll guess I’ll have to take your word for it.”
    Jake stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked slowly back to the store, silently counting sidewalk cracks and pondering his conversation with Maggie. Was that a panic attack she’d had in the hardware store? Maybe she had medical issues? The woman was a mystery, that much was clear.
    That didn’t explain why his good intentions and resolutions disappeared when he was around her. It seemed the more he resisted, the closer he danced to the flame.
    He stopped outside the Paradise Floral Shop and stared at a sign in the window.
Don’t forget to order your date a corsage for the Founder’s Day supper!
    Despite what Maggie thought, it was a date. He’d call in an order later.
    Right now he had to get back to the store.
    He had just pulled open the glass door to the hardware store when the fire horns began to sound. Simultaneously his cell phone rang, the tune indicating a text.
    Jake raced to the parking lot while reading the message.
    10-24. Auto fire.
    The address was Bob Jones’s fix-it shop.
    He swallowed hard and headed to the fire station while silently praying. Trouble seemed to court Maggie Jones.

Chapter Four
    M aggie was wedged under the sink in the back room when the shop’s front door opened. Now what? From the street the echoing rumble of the Paradise Volunteer Fire Department’s pump engine could be heard as it finally departed.
    She blew strands of hair out of her eyes and gave the pipe wrench a quick turn. Only early afternoon, yet she was more than ready to call it a day before anything else happened. The steely look Jake had given her as he assessed the smoldering remains of her uncle’s ancient and battered Ford engine was enough to keep her praying for the Lord’s protection and assistance to stay out of trouble and out of Jake’s way, at least until the Founder’s Day supper.
    Apparently Jake was so fit to be tied he sent another fireman, Duffy McKenna, to fill out the report. Fine with her. Redheaded Duffy had a face full of freckles. He was sweet and he kept her laughing. Of course he wasn’t as...well, as three-dimensional as Jake. In fact all the firemen were nice, and understanding. The only one glaring at her was the chief. It seemed that the word accident wasn’t in his vocabulary.
    “Hello?” a voice called out.
    “Coming,” Maggie returned.
    She wiggled out from beneath the drain pipes and stood up, straightening her clothes as she approached the front counter. A dark-haired teenager stood straight and tall. His bright blue eyes, magnified behind black-framed glasses, darted around the room as he wiped his hands on his jeans. The kid seemed to be all arms and legs. An earbud was hidden beneath his black curls, and the other end of the cord dangled around his neck. A wrinkled, once-white T-shirt hung on his lank body. He adjusted his glasses and stared at a point beyond her right shoulder.
    “Beck Hollander, I presume.”
    He nodded.
    “Maggie Jones.”
    Silence.
    “You help part-time in the shop.”
    Another nod.
    “My uncle has gone fishing for a few weeks. Perhaps you’d prefer to wait until he returns.”
    “Why?”
    “I don’t want to be a bad influence. I am currently persona non grata with the PVFD.”
    Beck cleared his throat. “I heard.”
    “ Heard? Heard what?” She grasped her ponytail and gave it a sharp pull, yanking the loose hair back into order.
    “You burned a truck.”
    Maggie grimaced and wrapped her hands around the neck of the blender she had been working on prior to the fire drama earlier in the day. She concentrated on tightly winding the cord around the