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“You can be sneaky about it. Anyway.” He grinned. “It was Ry’s fault.”
“He’s got his father’s hard head and my temper. Tough combo. But he had a point. I should’ve talked it over with the three of you first. And if you tell him that, I’ll kick your ass.”
“He won’t hear it from me. Why’d you hire her like that, Mom? Just bam!”
She shrugged, then opened the shop fridge, shook her head at the pair of six-packs, took out two cold sodas. “Sometimes you know something’s right, and sometimes you have to accept things happen for a reason. This was both.”
Then she laughed, drank. “I think Hope surprised herself taking the offer as quick as it was made. I don’t think she was going to, but that’s what love’ll do to you. She fell for the place. You’ll see.”
“I guess we’ll see soon enough if she moves up.”
“She will be,” Justine assured him. “She’s going to get herself organized. She’ll make the move in a couple of weeks.”
“You talked her into it?”
“I had help. Avery.”
“Secret weapon.”
“She’s a go-getter, all right,” Justine agreed. “I gave Hope the key, let her go over and see the apartment. You’re going to need to see it gets a fresh coat of paint.”
When he blew out a breath, she lifted her eyebrows. “I know, but it needs to be done. By the way, I ordered the new sink and faucet for the gift shop. And a new toilet while I was at it. I sent you the links. Since Willow Run’s coming in to talk about the final design for The Courtyard next week, I’m having Brian take a look at the back of the gift shop. I think it needs a nice patio, and new fencing along the bookstore side. Some plantings,” she added, laughing now. “And those old steps can be worked in with stone like the patio.”
“Would you turn around so I can roll my eyes?”
“It’s going to be nice. Madeline’s already talking to local artists. And I’ve got Willy B signed on.”
“Avery’s dad?”
“He does wonderful metalwork in his spare time. You saw those candlesticks he gave me last Christmas. So . . . I think we can open toward the end of October.”
He felt the swallow of Coke stick at the base of his throat. “Mom, we haven’t even started.”
“Better get to it then. Oh, and mention the fence to Clare if I don’t get a chance.”
“Okay.”
“You can talk about it on your Friday night date.”
He lowered his drink. “What, did somebody take out an ad? I only mentioned it to Owen and Ryder.”
“And they didn’t tell me? I need to talk to those boys. Avery told me. You sure took your sweet time there, baby boy.”
“It’s just dinner or something.”
“You’ve been wanting to have dinner or something with Clare since you were a teenager. It broke my heart.”
“I didn’t think you knew.”
“Baby, of course I knew. I’m your mom. Just like I knew the night you came back from a date with Melony Fisher you’d had sex for the first time.”
He actually felt heat rush up the back of his neck. “Jesus, Mom.”
She laughed herself breathless. “I know what I know, and I trusted you’d been careful as your father and I drummed safe sex, respect, and consequences in all your heads. Make sure you remember all that with Clare.”
“Jesus, Mom.”
“You’re repeating yourself.”
“I—” When his phone rang, he snatched at it like a lifeline. “Owen. You don’t know why, but I owe you big. I’m out at the shop, why? He what? Seriously. Yeah, yeah, I’ll come in.”
He shoved the phone back in his pocket. “Ry’s sucking up after this morning. He’s taking your wall out. They want me to come take a look.”
“Go on then. Have you got anything going on tonight?”
“No.”
“You could pick up a pizza, come back. I’ll go over what I ordered today, and a few things I’m mulling over.”
“I can do that.”
“If either or both of your brothers hasn’t managed a date on Saturday night, I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with them. But if not, and they want, get more pizza.”
BY MONDAY, THEY had crew in three buildings, painting the vacant apartment, prepping for paint at the gift shop, and since the temperatures dropped a little, doing exterior paint at the inn. Copper shone in the sun as the roofers worked on the mansard.
By ten, ready for a break, Beckett walked over to the bookstore.
He found Clare at Laurie’s station. “Hey. Where’s your crew?”
“Laurie had a dentist appointment. She’ll be in later. Cassie’s due in any minute, and Charlene’s coming at one. I said I’d open today anyway so I wouldn’t sit home and brood.”
“Brood?”
“First day of school.” She walked behind the counter to make his coffee without being asked.
He supposed that made him predictable.
“Did they get off okay?”
“Oh yeah. They were raring to go—that’ll last about a week. They’re excited about seeing all their friends, using their new supplies. I’m the one having problems,” she admitted. “I didn’t even go back to the house after I dropped them off because I knew the quiet would kill me. That’ll probably last about a week, too, then I’ll be annoyed when they have one of those professional days, and the kids have off.”
He dug back in his memory, felt a little glow. “I loved those.”
“I bet your mother didn’t. I’ve been watching all the activity this morning. It feels like the whole town’s buzzing with it.”
“We’re scattered everywhere. Mom wants to open the gift shop in about six weeks. You knew,” he said when she cleared her throat.
“She may have mentioned it. It’s great Hope will be here for the opening.” Clare handed him the coffee. “She’ll be able to meet some people.”
“Opening? We’re having an opening? I should’ve figured.”
“Your mother will take care of it. I imagine you’ll just have to show up.” Obviously amused by the worry on his face, she gave his hand a pat. “Consider it a trial run for the opening for the inn.”
“I guess I’ll need a date. How about—sorry.” He pulled out his phone. “Yeah. No, I drew that up. I showed you. Yes, I—no, I didn’t. I left them at home. I’ll get them and be right there. Gotta go,” he said as he shoved his phone away.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said when he reached for his wallet. “First cup, first customer. No charge on back-to-school day.”
“Thanks. Why don’t we—” His phone rang again, and the bookstore line jingled along with it. “Later,” he said and headed out with his phone to his ear. “What now?”
IT WAS A week of fits and starts, progress and delays, with plenty of frustration mixed in. Beckett found now that he didn’t feel as obliged to come up with an excuse to see Clare, he didn’t have time. And when he did, she didn’t.
“You’d think two people who live and work in the same town could manage more than a five-minute conversation.” Beckett installed yet another picket on the third-floor porch.
“You’ve got it bad. I’ve got it bad,” Ryder decided, “when I know who you’re whining about even when you don’t use names.”
“I’m not whining, I’m just saying.”
“Aren’t you going out tomorrow night?”
No point in admitting he still felt the need to sort of work up to that. “Yeah.”
“Talk then. Hell, go over and talk to her after we knock off. She’s open till six.”
“She’s got to pick up the kids from school. Plus she’s got that book club thing she does tonight.”
“People talk too much anyway, especially when they don’t have anything to say. The woman I went out with last weekend? She never shut up. Great pair of legs, and a mouth that wouldn’t quit.” He ran his hand along the side rail he’d finished. “Nice.”
He looked
over at Beckett. “Why don’t you go over and check on the crew at the gift shop? Since it’s next to the bookstore, maybe you can have the conversation you’re yearning for. Plus, it’ll get your lovesick germs away from me.”
“Good idea. Want me to send one of the men out to work with you?”
“No. I like the quiet.”
Beckett went through the building, where quiet it wasn’t, and out the back. They’d be taking the scaffolding down soon, he thought as he walked under it. And before much longer, they’d get rid of the tarp on the front.
He ran through scheduling and time lines in his head as he crossed the street. He met obligations first, going inside the gift shop. His mother had been dead-on about the wall color, he decided, and about opening the wall.
He talked with the painters, and went out the back.
His mother was right about that, too. It needed sprucing up. Maybe they could add a little gate to—
He caught himself. “Don’t start, man. Just don’t give her any more ideas.”
He walked around to the parking lot just as Clare came out the back, moving fast, her phone at her ear.
“No, don’t worry about it. Just tell her to feel better. Okay, sure.” She sent Beckett a distracted wave. “I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”
“Problem?”
“Lynn Barney. Called to tell me Mazie came home from school early. Maybe a stomach virus.”
“Sorry to hear it.”
“Mazie was on tap to babysit for me—book club night.”
“Oh, right.”
“I’ve got to run, pick up the kids, figure this out.”
“I can watch them,” he heard himself say. Then wondered where the hell that came from.
“What?”
“I can watch them. It’s, what, a couple, three hours, right?”
