Twice Upon a Time. Lois Richer

in him.

      Unless he could figure out some way—

      “I wish the news was better.”

      “It’s not your fault. I appreciate your help, Tim.” Reese paused a moment, lowered his voice. “Please keep this discussion between us. I need time to sort things through.”

      “Of course. I’ll add my prayers, too.”

      “Great.” Reese swallowed his bitter response about his doubt that God would help. He hadn’t so far.

      The full impact of the call hit home.

      He’d messed up.

      Him. Nobody else.

      Because of his impossible demands. He’d refused to accept the lease they offered, revising points that already met most of Granny Winnie’s demands. And why? Because he wanted to prove himself to them.