Meant To Be Mine. Marie FerrarellaЧитать онлайн книгу.
of that.
Maizie waited patiently for Eddie to find the right words in order to tell her.
She didn’t have long to wait. “That’s why I wanted to come by and see you, so that I could tell you this in person.”
Maizie continued to maintain her cheerful, warm expression, waiting for him to tell her his “news.” She’d known Eddie Montoya for the last nine months, ever since one of her clients had recommended him when she needed some concrete work done on her own patio, and the contractor she’d usually used had retired and moved away. From the very beginning, Eddie’s work ethic, not to mention the caliber of the work that he did, had left her exceedingly impressed.
So much so that she began to send business his way whenever any of her clients—be they recent home buyers or home sellers—needed work done. It quickly became apparent that Eddie’s expertise went far beyond just cement work. It actually knew no bounds. The young man could lay brick, do landscaping as well as hardscaping, and was able to build room additions with the best of them.
Eddie’s late father, she’d learned, had been in the construction business and had actually built the house that Eddie and his two older sisters had grown up in. His mother, he told her, still lived there.
“Take a seat,” Maizie invited, gesturing to the chair beside her desk. Once he had lowered his five-foot-ten muscular frame into it, she hospitably asked, “Can I get you something to drink?” She gestured to the well-stocked counter against the back wall behind her. “Coffee? Tea? Bottled water?”
“No, ma’am, I’m fine, thank you,” Eddie told her politely.
Maizie folded her hands and inclined her head. “All right, then let’s get to this ‘but’ that’s hovering between us. What is it that you came to tell me that you couldn’t tell me over the phone?”
He cleared his throat, then began. “Well, Ms. Sommers, you’ve been so nice to me, I didn’t want you thinking I was leaving you high and dry.”
“Are you leaving me high and dry?” Maizie asked, wondering if this was going to turn out to be about something else, after all.
She hoped not. She and her friends Theresa and Cilia had brainstormed for the last two days, starting the same evening that Theresa had been approached by her friend regarding the woman’s remaining unattached daughter. The moment Theresa had shown them the photograph of Tiffany Lee, which the young woman’s mother had given her, something inside Maizie’s head had “clicked” as everything had just fallen into place.
Although the names of a couple of other potential candidates had been brought up, Maizie’s mind insisted on returning to Eddie. With very little effort, she could actually see the two together—and the babies they would have.
From that moment on, she’d been completely sold on the idea that Eddie was the right match for Tiffany, and she had in short order sold both her friends on the idea, as well.
And now he was sitting here in her office, at her desk, looking suddenly very solemn. Was he possibly about to send her hopes for another perfect match tumbling into an abyss?
Mentally crossing her fingers, Maizie waited for him to speak.
“No. Well, not exactly,” he answered, correcting himself.
“Then what, ‘exactly,’ dear?” Maizie asked, gently coaxing the words out of him.
“Well, you know that I’m not really a contractor by trade,” Eddie began, referring to what he had told her when he had first come to work for the woman.
“Yes, I know, but you do an extremely good imitation of one,” she told him, smiling.
As with everyone she came in contact with, Maizie knew the young man’s backstory. Eduardo Montoya was an elementary schoolteacher. A very gifted one, if the way she’d seen him interacting with children was any indication of his abilities. Due to recent drastic cutbacks in the district where he had been employed, he had lost his job and was forced to pick up work as a substitute teacher, which was the only thing that had been available to him at the time.
However, because those jobs were few and far between, Eddie had needed some way to fill in the gaps. He did it by picking up odd jobs that other contractors turned down.
Although he was single, with no mortgage payments to worry about, only rent, he did have school loans he needed to repay. Unlike some young people Maizie was acquainted with, Eddie refused to let his loans mount up without making any payments. On the contrary, he was determined to repay the entire amount as quickly as he could. Because of that sense of honor, he picked up anything that Maizie and her friends sent his way, and sometimes wound up working seven days a week.
He started slowly. “Before I came to work for you, I was a teacher,”
“Are,” Maizie corrected, cutting in. “You are a teacher, Eddie.”
He flashed her another warm smile, obviously pleased that she thought of him in that light. “And now a position’s come up.”
“Teaching?” Maizie asked, hoping she didn’t sound too innocent as she put the question to him.
The fact was, she knew all about this. Knew because she was actually the one behind his being hired for the position. Not in the initial part, which involved a young teacher going into premature labor, but in the ultimate outcome. Because of her connections, Maizie had been able to get his résumé moved to the front of the line.
For now, she did her best to look intrigued and interested—and very hopeful for the young man she had come to regard so highly during their brief association.
“Yes, teaching,” Eddie answered. “It seems that one of the teachers at Bedford’s newest school, that elementary school that was just opened last fall, Bedford Elementary, went into early labor yesterday—really early,” he emphasized. “From what I heard, she wasn’t due for another month.”
“She went into labor four weeks early?” Maizie questioned, genuinely concerned. Her connection hadn’t mentioned this part to her—undoubtedly because they knew she would be concerned. “I hope the baby’s all right.”
Eddie nodded, pleased to be the bearer of good news not just for himself, but all around. “I asked,” he told her. “Mother and baby are both doing fine.”
Hearing this, Maizie blinked, admittedly somewhat surprised.
“You know the mother?” she inquired. This was another piece of information she hadn’t gotten previously. It really was a small world.
“What? Oh, no, I don’t,” Eddie said, quickly setting the record straight. “I just asked the administrator about the teacher when they called me about the sudden vacancy.”
Maizie looked at him, once again very pleased with her choice for Mei-Li’s daughter. “You’re an unusual young man, Eddie. Most men your age wouldn’t have inquired about the mother’s condition.” Or asked any other questions of a personal nature that didn’t directly include them, she added silently.
“I grew up with two older sisters and a mother. If I hadn’t thought to ask, they would have skinned me,” he told her simply, taking no credit for the fact that he really was a thoughtful, sensitive young man.
As it happened, Maizie had sold the principal of this new elementary school her house when Ada Walters had first moved to the area, and as was her habit, Maizie had remained on friendly terms with her client long after the ink had dried on the mortgage papers.
Once Theresa had supplied her the information about their newest client-in-search-of-a-match, she had called the principal to find out if Ada knew of any upcoming openings in either her school or any of others nearby. As luck would have it, there was one in the offing in the near future.
And then the future became the immediate present.
When she’d heard about the sudden opening, Maizie had immediately brought up Eddie’s name