Winnie Griggs - A Tailor-Made Husband

But Meg wasn’t swayed. “You have Buttons to keep you company,” she said earnestly. “Sheriff Gleason doesn’t have anybody.” Meg’s voice had a desperate tone to it and her lower lip trembled again. She swiped at her eyes with the back of her wrist. “He lost his sister so he needs me to be his new family.”

Hazel heard Ward’s sharp intake of breath but for the moment she didn’t dare meet his gaze. The emotions swirling around in the aftermath of that statement were both too strong and too fragile for that.

She finally took a deep breath and glanced at Ward, studying his now closed-off expression, silently gauging his needs against Meg’s. Normally she’d do just about anything to put a smile on his face. But this was bigger than what he needed, or rather what he thought he needed.

Making a decision, Hazel met Meg’s gaze again and took both of her hands. “You’re absolutely right,” she said firmly, “and families should stay together.”

She ignored Ward’s involuntary movement, keeping her focus on Meg, warmed by the child’s blossoming smile. “So how about we do this? You can stay with me during the day while the sheriff is at work and keep me company at the dress shop. And then in the evenings, Sheriff Gleason can fetch you and take you home with him.”

She sensed Ward’s displeasure but ignored him for the moment.

Meg seemed to think about her words for a minute. “You mean, sort of like I was going to school?”

Hazel squeezed her hands. “Exactly! Only you’d be coming to the dress shop instead of school.”

“All right.” Meg hugged her doll tightly. “I guess that would be okay.”

“Good girl. We’re going to have fun together, I promise.”

Hazel straightened and turned to Ward, noting his look of betrayal. She hoped, once he thought things over, he would see that this was the best solution. And not just for Meg.

To do him credit, he refrained from argument and smiled down at the little girl. “All right, Half-pint, we’ll give it a try. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Instead of a nice bed at Miss Hazel’s, you’re going to have to sleep on the couch in my parlor.”

Meg didn’t seem the least bit concerned. “I’m going to be a good little sister, I promise.”

Hazel saw something flash in his eyes—something that seemed part pain and part tenderness. Which only strengthened her belief that underneath his closed-off exterior was a man with a very big heart. A man who needed someone to lavish his affection on. And if it couldn’t be her, she was glad he had Meg.

But he squeezed the little girl’s shoulder and helped seat her in her own chair. “I’m sure you will.”

Did Ward know how much Meg had already changed him, breached his defenses?

* * *

As they ate their meal, Ward was relieved to see Meg return to her sunny, chatty self. He felt much less satisfied with the way they’d settled matters.

His mind was reeling from the double blow Hazel had landed him. First saying she was moving away—his mind still shied away from that one—then giving in to Meg’s pleas to let her stay at his place. Both seemed like betrayals, though he refused to think about which stabbed deeper.

How could Hazel have done this to him? Especially after he’d given her all the reasons why Meg staying at his place couldn’t work. And it wasn’t just the demands of his job, though that should have been enough to make his point. Didn’t Hazel know about the added demands that dealing with this town hooligan had placed on him?

But he wasn’t fit to be caretaker of a little girl under any circumstances, especially one who was so young. He’d thought Hazel understood.

Was her sudden defection due to the fact that she was moving away? Was it so easy for her to leave everything she’d grown up with behind? Leave every one behind?

Things seemed to be changing so fast. He still hadn’t gotten used to the loss of Bethany. And then being thrust into the role of caretaker for Meg. Now Hazel up and announced she’s leaving. It was just too much to take in.

After the meal, he escorted them back to Hazel’s place, feeling acutely conscious of the curious looks they were receiving from the folks they passed. He supposed it was difficult for his neighbors to see him in the role of a child’s guardian as well.

As soon as they stepped inside the dress shop, Meg went in search of Pugs and Buttons.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to speak freely, Ward turned to Hazel. He wanted to ask her not to leave. But he had no right. And nothing to offer her if she stayed. So he focused on Meg instead. “You realize I know nothing about being a parent to a little girl.”

She moved to the shop counter. “You did okay with Bethany.”

“Bethany was twelve, not four, when our father passed. And we both know how badly I failed in taking care of her.”

She spun around, her expression dismayed. “Don’t say that. It wasn’t your—”

He interrupted her before she could finish that statement. “Spare me your platitudes.” He waved a hand, silencing whatever protest she seemed poised to make. “But that’s beside the point. As sheriff, I’m likely to get called out in the middle of the night. How can I do my job if I’m playing nanny?”

Her lips pursed in exasperation. “You won’t be playing anything. And you’ll be a father to her, not a nanny.”

He jerked his hand, dismissing her explanation. “Those are just words. I’m not qualified to be either.”

But she didn’t relent. “You’ll figure something out. And as you’ve said yourself, this is just a temporary situation. Once you get the answers you’re looking for, you’ll be able to turn Meg over to the proper parties. Until then, yes, perhaps as sheriff you’ll be slightly less responsive in the evenings than normal.” She straightened. “And, if the worst happens and you really need to be out, you can bring her here to me, any time of night or day.”

He could tell she meant that. But he wasn’t certain how practical that solution would be given the kinds of situations he might be called on to respond to. For now, though, he’d have to accept her terms. “I warn you, I start making my rounds very early in the mornings.”

“That won’t be a problem—I’m an early riser as well.”

It seemed she had an answer for everything.

They just weren’t the answers he was hoping for.

Hazel gave him a breezy smile. “You undoubtedly have some things you need to attend to. Why don’t you just go about your business. I’ll bring Meg to your place at, say, half past five?”

Was she actually dismissing him? He wasn’t at all a fan of this new Hazel, the one who was looking ahead to leaving Turnabout rather than trying to claim his attention. This was going to take some getting used to.

Of course, since she was leaving soon, there wouldn’t be a “new Hazel” to get used to much longer.

But she was right, he did have some things to attend to. He nodded, then turned to Meg. “I’ll see you later, Half-pint. Be good and mind Miss Hazel.”

As Ward marched out of Hazel’s shop, he jammed his hands in his pockets. Why was Hazel pretending she didn’t hold him accountable for what happened to Bethany? She’d been there that day, after all, had seen what had happened when that rotten board in the loft gave way.

Of course she didn’t know the full extent of his guilt. Bethany had fallen out of the barn loft because he had neglected to make the needed repairs, even though he’d known it needed tending to.

And why had he put it off? Because he’d been busy mooning over a girl. He’d spent so much time that week trying to figure out how to ask Lucy Brick if he could walk her to church the following Sunday that he hadn’t gotten around to doing all the maintenance work he’d set for himself.