We must adhere to the directives in this bequest or lose the library.â
âCouldnât you speak with the donor and explain the situation?â
âI donât know who he or she is. Our benefactor wishes to remain anonymous. The donation was a way of housing their personal book collection. I think the stringent specifications stem from this personâs desire to ensure the building will do their books justice.â
While she sympathized with his position, that didnât help her situation. Sheâd have to find a job. Quick. âI understand, Mayor. However, I would have appreciated some notification so I could have made other arrangements. I came to Dover prepared to start work.â
âI apologize for that. It was an oversight. But I promise you, Iâll let you know the moment things are ready.â
As Lainie walked through the old courthouse, she searched for a way to make ends meet for the next few weeks. She was not going to live off Shaw for a month until she could start work at the library.
She pushed open the old wooden door and stepped outside into the warm sunshine and a welcome breeze. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw Shaw jogging up the stone steps. âWhat are you doing here? Itâs the middle of the day.â There was a hopeful look on his face that intensified his cobalt eyes.
âI wanted to know how it went.â
âNot good. Thereâs nothing he can do until the building is completed. Something about the conditions of the donation.â
Shaw nodded. âI was afraid of that. Iâve had to navigate a maze of oddball construction requirements to accommodate the building design. Even with the structural problems, I could have been finished with the job weeks ago if it hadnât been for the details required.â A small smile moved his mouth. âI guess itâs up to me now.â
âI canât wait that long.â She glanced around the square. There were plenty of shops and businesses. Maybe she could get a job with one of them. âI used to wait tables. I could work at the diner part-time.â
âI may have another suggestion. Come to work for me.â
Lainie frowned. âI donât know anything about construction.â
âThatâs not what I had in mind.â He glanced over her shoulder. âLetâs grab something to drink and Iâll tell you my idea.â
A cool glass of tea sounded wonderful. She could use a few moments to process the meeting, but she didnât have the time. âI canât. I need to get back to the girls. Gwen is watching them for me. What kind of job are you suggesting?â
âI need a bookkeeper. Between the library job and my other projects, I donât have much time to stay on top of my business accounts and Iâm falling behind. If I had someone to handle the paperwork, it would free me up to spend more time on the job. Iâd pay you a fair salary and you could work from the house so you wouldnât need a babysitter. And youâd have free rent.â
It was a tempting offer, but the thought of being further indebted to Shaw didnât set well. If she said yes, sheâd still be taking his help, but at least sheâd be earning her own money. She wasnât too proud to remain his tenant. Sheâd scanned the homes and apartments for rent section of the Sunday paper, and been shocked and disappointed at the prices. Sheâd expected the cost of living to be cheaper in a small town. âI donât know.â
Shaw smiled. âThink about it. Weâll talk tonight, and Iâll show you what I need you to do. It would help both of us, Lainie.â
She looked into his blue eyes and saw that hopeful glint again. âIâll think about it. But thatâs all I can promise.â
âFair enough. Iâd better get back to work. We should get the drywall upstairs done today.â
As she drove home, Lainie