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Chapters (30)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Epilogue
  29. Dear Reader . . .
  30. About the Author

“Can’t happen,” April said. “She tried to put one in the living room before I left, and the wiring in this place wouldn’t handle it. She took it back to the store and got her money back.”

“Well, I can fix that issue in a few days,” Flynn said.

“I thought you were a hotshot supervisor in the oil business these days,” Nessa said.

“I was until Nanny Lucy’s lawyer called with the news that Uncle Isaac’s case against the will had fallen through,” he said. “Now I’m just an unemployed guy who is a third owner of this hot house with no air-conditioning.”

“You quit your job over this?” Nessa waved her hand to take in the whole place.

“I needed a change anyway,” Flynn said, “and this gave me a good reason.”

Nessa grabbed a tissue from a box on the end table and wiped the sweat from her brow. “Daddy had his heart set on using this property for a religious retreat for his church deacons and the heads of his committees. He thought he might have to buy out Uncle Matthew to get it, so he’d already started a church donation fund to do that. The church owns a nice bus they could have used to transport the people from there to here, and Mama said he was thinking about setting up a fund for a little airplane.”

“Have you talked to him since . . . ?” April asked.

Nessa raised a shoulder in a shrug. “I’ve listened to him rant and rave about things, but lately I’ve been ignoring his calls. I got tired of hearing him yell about the unfairness of the court system,” she answered. Then she changed the subject. “Flynn, how do you know anything about rewiring a house?”

He shrugged. “I took classes for that kind of thing in vo-tech when I was in high school. Then I started at the bottom in the oil field business before I ever graduated. They had me doing everything from wiring to digging ditches.” Flynn opened more windows in the living room and dining area. “I learned how to do all kinds of electrical things as well as the regular oil business.” He returned with two oscillating fans and plugged them in.

“Are you going to use the money she left you to rewire the house?” Nessa asked.