Rebecca's Bouquet by Lisa Jones Baker Page A

him. When he’s a little better, of course.” Rebecca added, “I mean really discuss what’s on your mind. Like you do with me.”
    William paused. “And tell him what?”
    Rebecca giggled. “It will come to you, William. It can’t be that difficult. Just be yourself. Be honest. That’s the only way for your dad to get to know you.”
    â€œIt’s a little late for that.” Resentment edged his voice.
    She shook her head as their feet met the porch floor before they pushed the swing back into the air. Rebecca pressed her palms against her thighs as she considered William’s comment. She glanced at him. “It’s never too late, William. Be happy for this opportunity to start over. Maybe his heart attack will turn out to be a blessing in disguise.”
    William cocked an amused brow. “I wish I had your positive outlook.”
    â€œI’m fortunate to have spent time with positive people.”
    â€œLike Old Sam?”
    At the thought of Old Sam, Rebecca’s heart warmed. She could almost hear him grumbling while he built beautiful hope chests.
    â€œYou miss him, don’t you?”
    Rebecca gave a slow, thoughtful nod.
    William chuckled. “I’ll bet he misses you, too. Between you, Rachel, and Annie, he’s one spoiled man.”
    Rebecca paused as she considered William’s question. “I enjoy being with Old Sam. It’s funny, but he inspires me to dream.”
    â€œDon’t I inspire you?”
    Rebecca squeezed his hand. “Of course.” Several moments later, she went on. “I feel sorry for Old Sam.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œBecause he misses his wife.”
    â€œJah. I’m sure he does.”
    â€œThat’s why he busies himself in the barn.”
    â€œIt’s a good thing. He supplies most of the town with hope chests.”
    Rebecca laughed. “I suppose. You know what I really love about him though?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œListening to his advice.”
    â€œHe must know every proverb that ever existed.”
    Rebecca nodded in agreement. “He’s a wise man.”
    â€œHave you put anything in the chest yet?”
    Rebecca pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Just notes.”
    â€œNotes?”
    For some reason, Rebecca didn’t want to refer to it as a diary. That word sounded too secret and confidential. “I write down my thoughts at night. It helps me to reflect on the day.”
    The breeze turned a notch cooler. They turned at the sound of the front door opening.
    â€œI thought you’d like some iced tea.” Beth stepped out onto the front patio and handed each of them a glass.
    â€œThanks.” Rebecca took a drink. “This has got to be the world’s best-tasting tea.”
    Beth winked. “It’s China Mist. Shipped straight from Arizona.”
    William had already downed half of his. “Arizonans sure know how to make tea.”
    Rebecca glanced up at Beth. “Any word on Daniel?”
    Beth gave a half nod. “He’s hanging in there.” With a light laugh, she added, “I just know that one of these days, he’ll be back in the shop. And I’ll breathe a sigh of relief when that time comes.”
    She stepped back inside. The door clicked shut.
    â€œIt must be frustrating for her. She loves your dad so much.”
    William finished his tea and placed the empty glass on the ledge next to the swing. “I won’t argue that.” He turned to her. “How about we check out the Conrad property. Are you up for a walk?”
    â€œSure.”
    They stood at the same time. William motioned ahead of him. “After you, Miss Rebecca.”
    She dipped her head. “Thank you, Mr. Conrad.”
    As they made their way toward the back of the property, Rebecca considered all of the amenities that Beth and Daniel had. Still, Rebecca missed the simplicity of her home.
    In the back of her mind,