Free The Single Dad's Redemption by Roxanne Rustand

sorry, sweetie. I know it isn’t easy watching over him these days. Any luck talking him into health-care aide visits? Or a housekeeper who could also watch over him?”
    Keeley rolled her eyes. “The last time I brought that up he nearly threw me out of his house. Even finding a renter or two for the little cottages out back could add some subtle supervision, but he isn’t interested in that, either. Nope, it’s still just me—and that’s only when he’s in a good mood.”
    “You do know that my husband will write medical recommendations and do whatever he can to help you get your dad into a facility when the time comes. Not,” Sophie added quickly, “that Paul’s at that point yet. But still...”
    “Good Lord willing, it will be a long time off, because he will fight that idea until he’s absolutely unable to care for himself. He knows his legal rights and isn’t about to give up.”
    Sophie’s husband beckoned to her and she waved back, then gave Keeley another hug. “I promise I’ll try to make it to Beth’s Bookstore tomorrow for coffee with you all. But if you ever need help of any kind, just let me know.”
    Keeley watched Sophie and her family walk toward the parking lot and sighed. Sophie was an excellent physical therapist, but no one really knew just how challenging Paul North could be—or how stubborn.
    * * *
    Despite the bright sunshine and perfect, seventy-degree weather, business was slow for a Sunday afternoon. Keeley drove out to the hardware store for supplies then asked Connor to replace the wobbly, dripping faucet in the customer bathroom and install new dead bolts on the front and back doors.
    While he was working on that, she settled at the front counter with a cup of hot strawberry tea and hit the speed-dial number for her sister.
    Liza answered on the second ring, sounding harried. From the commotion in the background, apparently neither toddler was taking an afternoon nap.
    “Is this a bad time? Should I call back later?”
    Liza groaned. “Wouldn’t make much difference. The twins were up early this morning, show no signs of slowing down, and the one who desperately needs a nap is me.”
    “Maybe Owen can take over for a while so you can.”
    “Great idea—but he’s already on his way to Boston for a meeting tomorrow morning.”
    “Bad timing.”
    Liza laughed. “Your time will come, Keel. Did you know adults can survive on almost no sleep for days?”
    Keeley shuddered. “Really?”
    “Nope. You are talking to a complete zom— Annie, put that down . You cannot hit your sister!”
    Keeley heard the sound of footsteps then the squeal of a freezer door being pulled open. “Um, everything all right?”
    “I just gave the wild bunch orange Popsicles. That ought to keep them busy for two minutes. By the way, I got a phone call from your old boyfriend Todd yesterday. I’m sure our brother got a call, too.”
    Keeley’s heart sank. “He was never a boyfriend and you know it. He had absolutely no business calling you.”
    “That’s what I thought. Still, I’ve been meaning to email you. What’s this about some murderer working in your store? That just can’t be true.” There was a long pause. “Can it?”
    “Connor was exonerated—I hope Todd told you that. But, well...he is the reason I’m calling you.”
    Liza gasped. “Keeley!”
    “He’s a really nice guy and he needs your help.” She quickly explained Connor’s background and why she’d hired him. “The thing is, he’ll soon be on his way to Michigan to see his son, and he’s worried about the boy’s welfare. He’s hoping to regain at least partial custody.”
    “That won’t be easy.” Liza fell silent for a moment. “You do know I’m a tax attorney, not an expert in family law.”
    “Of course I do. But would you have any advice for him? I know he’s really short of money right now, after being incarcerated for so long. I don’t know how much legal representation he can