The twin fragrances of garlic and oregano hung in the doorway. The Weavers, with little Rachel and five-year-old son, Zak, had invited her along with Harlan, Nick, and Burke to go for lunch after church. They needed to discuss the Family Closet workday this weekend. Before winter, the shop needed reroofing, and several men had volunteered to supply the labor, Harlan, Burke, and Nick among them.Keely had noted that these three had been quieter than usual, almost somber during the meal. In fact, Nick hadn't said one word, but fresh anger crackled in his eyes. She'd hoped sitting with the team last night would help. But the fight with Grady may have undone any benefit from that. Had Burke given Nick a hard time about the fight last night at home?Burke's shuttered look moved her. She longed to touch his arm, draw him away to comfort him. She blocked that temptation.Last night after the game, she'd ordered both Nick and Grady to report to her office the first thing on Monday morning. She shook her head, not looking forward to that interview.
