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“All right.”
“You have to swear.” Though his eyes and voice went fierce, Beckett saw his bottom lip tremble a little.
Brave boy, he thought. Damn brave boy. “You know, I lost my dad, too.”
Harry nodded. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, it’s hard. Sons have to take care of their mothers. It’s our job. You’re doing a good job, Harry. I won’t kiss your mom if she doesn’t want to. I won’t ask her to marry me until I ask you about it first.” Beckett held out a hand. “I swear.”
Harry studied the hand a moment, studied Beckett’s face. Then shook.
“Are we okay, you and me?”
Harry jerked a shoulder. “I guess. Do you come over to play with us so you can kiss Mom?”
“That’s a nice benefit, but I come over to play because it’s fun, and I like you. But I’m not going to kiss you.”
That made Harry snort out a laugh before he picked up the tape again. “Did everybody get a measuring tape?”
“No, everybody got something different.”
“Can I see?”
“Sure. I got this little level for Murphy. See when you set it down, you check these bubbles here in the middle. See the lines there, and the way the bubbles sit in between them? This table’s pretty level. Otherwise.” He lifted one end of the level so the bubbles tipped. “See?”
“Yeah.” Fascinated, Harry tried it himself. “That’s awesome.”
“And this is a Phillips-head screwdriver.”
“Who’s Phillips?”
“Good question. I’ve got no clue.” He’d have to look it up. “They call it a Phillips-head because, see it’s got ridges in the point instead of being a flat-head like a regular one. This one’s small enough so Liam can unscrew the battery cases on your toys when they need changing.”
“It’s pretty cool.”
“If we had some more tools and some materials, we could build something, sometime.”
The boy perked up. “Like what?”
“We’ll think of something.”
“Okay. I like the measuring tape. I like it’s real and all. I’m going to show Liam and Murphy, and measure something.”
“Good idea. I’ll be right there.”
Beckett sat for a moment when the boy ran off. He hoped he’d handled that thorny matter the right way. He felt like he had, but, whew, he was damn glad to set it down again.
CLARE SIPPED THE champagne Avery provided and studied Hope’s apartment. Clean, she thought, serviceable—and temporary. Obviously Hope felt the same, as she’d kept the furniture move to a minimum.
“I sold a lot, gave some things to my sister. My brother took the bed. I didn’t want it, and he didn’t have any qualms about sleeping where I used to sleep with Jonathan.” She shrugged.
“Better for you,” Avery agreed. “Fresh start, fresh place, fresh everything.”
“I figured I’d wait until I move into the apartment across the street before I bought a new one. For now, I’ll be fine on just the new mattresses.”
“Smart.” Avery toasted her. “You should look at Bast, down on Main. Most of the furniture for the inn’s coming from there. And Owen told me they’d hold anything that comes in until they’re ready to load in. I’m sure they’d do the same for the innkeeper.”
“Maybe. I’ll take a look anyway.” Hope studied the packing boxes, the bare walls, the bare floor. “Oh God, what have I done?”
She turned a quick circle, eyes wide and a little wild. “I’ve sold half my things, I have stuff I don’t know what to do with in storage. I’ve moved from a place I loved, and I won’t have a real job for God knows how long. Why did I do this?”
“You’re just anxious,” Clare began.
“Anxious? Anxious isn’t in the same hemisphere with what I am. This is crazy. This isn’t like me. I don’t even know where I am.”
“You’re in Boonsboro.” Avery turned her toward the window overlooking Main Street. “You’ve been here dozens of times. See, there’s my restaurant.”
“You know what I mean.”
“What I know is you’re about to start a job that’s perfect for you in a place where you have friends. The best of all possible friends, who are smart and sexy, beautiful and wise.”
“And modest and loving,” Clare added, but Hope didn’t laugh.
“How do I know it’s the perfect job for me? I haven’t done it yet.”
Avery gave her a quick one-armed hug. “I know what you need.”
“You’re right. You are wise. I need a lot more champagne.”
“No—well, later for that. Now.” Avery dug in her pocket. “Owen gave me the key. Your key to the inn. We’re going over now so you can remember why you’re here.”
“I haven’t finished unpacking. I may never. There’s not enough room for all my clothes in here.” Hope squeezed her hands on either side of her head. “What am I going to do with my clothes?”
“We’ll figure it out. But right now we’re going to explore your future domain.”
“Avery’s right.” Though going inside the building, just the three of them, made Clare a little uneasy, she put all the enthusiasm she could muster in her voice. “You said you haven’t been over since you got here.”
“I’ve been trying to organize.”
“I’ll help you later.”
“And I’ll come by tomorrow,” Clare promised. “At least for a little while.”
“Okay, all right. Let’s go.”
“You couldn’t help but see the entrance.” Clare grabbed her jacket as they headed out, and down the back stairs.
“And it’s beautiful. It’s a great building, no argument. I just can’t figure out why I thought I should be in charge of it.”
“Because you’re smart, self-aware—which is the same as wise, really. And this is just the kind of challenge you thrive on.”
Hope stared at Avery, blew out a breath as they crossed the side street. “Big talk. And you forgot sexy and beautiful.”
“Goes without saying, Miss Philadelphia County.”
“Sexy and beautiful always go with saying.”
“They’re prepping the ground for the pavers.” Avery gestured. “You should take a look behind the gift shop, see what they’ve done there. It’s just great. Here.” She handed Hope the key. “You should unlock it.”
Here goes, she thought, sliding the key into the lock.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
HOPE SAID NOTHING WHEN THEY WALKED IN. CLARE started to speak, but Avery shook her head. Understanding, Clare kept her silence.
Boxes were stacked everywhere with barely a pathway between. Kitchen cabinets, Clare noted. So that installation would begin soon, but she worried Hope might not appreciate the lovely tiles since the boxes and tarps hid so much of them.
They snaked their way through to the wide archway.
“The colors are good.” Hope’s tone stayed noncommittal, but she stood in the cluttered space for several moments before continuing down the short hall into the lobby area.
There she made a little sound—pleasure and surprise.
“All right, gorgeous. Elegant and unique without being fussy. Do you know if it’s safe to walk on this part, too?”
“Owen said anything we couldn’t walk on would be taped off.”
Wanting to see for herself, Avery crossed the tile and flipped on the work light inside one of the restrooms. “Big wow.”
“What? Oh.” Hope stepped in, ran her fingers over the stylized pattern of the wall tiles. “Look how it picks up the details in the tile rug but doesn’t duplicate it. I love this.”
“Want it?”
Hope merely gave Avery an arch look. “I’m sure there’s more to see.”
She wandered to the first guest room, and stood at the taped doorway of the bathroom.
They’d laid the floor, Clare noted, and thought of that first moment with Beckett, right there. Of the sudden, surprising awareness. Of the scent of honeysuckle.
/> She backed out, left her friends cooing over colors and tile details to go to the dining room.
“That’s a great look,” Hope said when she joined Clare. She continued to study the ceiling a moment before she wandered to the front windows.
“Are you really not sure?”
Still looking out, Hope lifted her shoulders. “I guess I feel out of my element, and that’s unnerving. This, all of this, is such a big change, and I want that—I think I need that. But now that I’ve done it I wonder if I’m ready for this big a change.”
She turned back. “Still, there’s something about this place. It just speaks to me, and makes me think maybe this is my element now. It feels right when I’m in here. I’ll probably go back across the street and panic again, but it feels right when I’m in here.”
She looked up to the coffered ceiling again when she heard the sound of footsteps overhead. “Avery must’ve gone up without us.”
“No, I didn’t.” Her gaze angled up as well, Avery walked in.
“It’s probably Ryder or Owen,” Clare began.
“Could be, but I didn’t see their trucks out front or out back.”
“Well, somebody’s up there, and since the doors are locked, it’s somebody with a key.” To solve the matter, Hope walked out to the hall, stood at the base of the steps. “Hello!”
