A local antique/junque-store owner retired to Delray Beach.

Huh, indeed! Isobel answered him. Proposing, or propositioning? If either of you two Romeos ever rattle the doorknob of my room at night again, you're apt to get a bullet through it. Jake winced. Wasn't me. Look at my gray hair, Isobel. I'm old enough to be your daddy. Sugar daddy, I suppose, she said mockingly.

Why not hit him up for some assistance on the rebuilding project?

I am not eager at forbidden dainties