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“Starting with the dresses. Mine, yours, and Hope’s.”
“We’ll take a day. Name it. I’ll make it work.”
“Thursdays are best right now—as soon after the opening as possible. I need to check with Hope. I could shift some thing
s and do a Wednesday if that’s better.”
“Either way I can make it work.”
“I’ve talked with Carol at Mountainside about the flowers. That’s pretty much set. I haven’t talked to you about food.”
“Why don’t you leave that to me? I’ll put something together, then you can adjust, change, eliminate, or add. I can give you the launch pad.”
“That takes a weight off. Thanks.” Leaning forward, smile brilliant, Clare took her friend’s hands. “I’m getting married, Avery.”
“I’ve heard rumors.”
“Everything’s moving so fast. Do you remember when they first started work on the inn? It seemed like forever. Now it’s finished, about to open. I’m getting married, Beckett’s finishing the house. I’m looking at tile and faucets and lighting fixtures.”
“Are you nervous?”
“No, not nervous. A little overwhelmed here and there. Marriage, a new home, and if things go as we hope, a new baby on the way in a few months.”
“It all looks really good on you.”
“It all feels really good. Are you nervous?”
“About what?”
“You and Owen.”
“No. No, not exactly nervous. But maybe, yeah, maybe a little overwhelmed here and there, too. One minute I think, sure, of course. Then the next it’s, what? Where did this come from, and what do I do with it?”
She propped her chin on her fist. “Then it’s back to of course. We’ve been friends since we were kids, and now we’re looking at each other in a new way. That’s a little overwhelming. But maybe that’s good. Otherwise, maybe it would be too easy for that ‘of course’ to turn into ‘so what?’”
Before she sat back again, Clare gave Avery’s hand a quick squeeze. “You think you’re careless with people. I don’t know where that comes from. I’ve known you a long time, and you’ve never been careless with people. We were friendly in high school. We ran in different crowds even though we co-captained the cheerleading squad.”
“Go Warriors.”
“Go Warriors. But when I came back home after Clint was killed, you were right there for me. Right there, Avery. I don’t know what I’d have done without you. I still don’t.”
This time Avery took Clare’s hand. “You’ll never have to find out.”
“The same to you. You’re not the so what type, Avery. Not with people. I’ve got to get back. I’ll run up for the spaghetti and manly meatballs around five.”
“I’ll send it down, save you a trip.”
Avery sat alone for another moment. She’d had enough of a break, all around, she decided. And enough worrying about what might be later rather than enjoying what was now.
She pulled out her phone, texted Owen.
Off in an hour. Want to come over, share a bottle of wine and a large pie upstairs?
She finished off her drink, rolled her tired shoulders. Then smiled when he texted back.
Knocking off shortly, having a beer with Ry at your place. I’ll walk you home.
“Yeah, you walk me home, Owen. That’s what a good boyfriend does.”
She got up, did a little dance in place, then went back to work.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
FROM THE BITTERLY cold morning of the opening of Inn BoonsBoro to the teeth-chattering afternoon, Avery calculated she had run twenty miles just dashing back and forth across Main Street.
She wouldn’t have missed a single yard.
Throughout the day Hope and Carolee polished and primped the inn until every inch gleamed. Each time Avery ran over, more flowers graced the tables, the mantels, even the deep windowsills in The Dining Room. Tables and chairs stood in The Courtyard and on the porches, while indoors, fires simmered in hearths.
At one point, Avery ran through with trays of food while Hope—in jeans and a sweatshirt—signed for delivery of the rental dishes and glassware.
“I’ll be back,” Avery told her. “One of my crew will bring the rest, then more as we need it.”
“We’re right on schedule. Carolee just went home to change.”
“I’m going to do that, but I’ll be back—an hour tops.”
“Take your time,” Hope assured her in her ready-steady way. “We’re good.”
“Why am I nervous? It’s not my inn.” On a dash, Avery streaked out and back across the street.
In fifty-five minutes, overnight bag in hand, feeling smug at her early readiness, she found Hope setting up a bar. And wearing a killer red dress.
“You’re dressed! You look amazing. It’s not fair. I hate you again.”
“I timed it out. I didn’t want to have to run up and finish putting myself together once the Montgomerys got here. Which is any minute.”
“I was supposed to be ready first. It’s annoying.”
“Live with it.” Eyebrows arched under spiky black bangs, Hope gestured. “I might point out you’re wearing two different shoes.”
“Which ones do I go with?” Testing, Avery heel-toed it, did quick pivots. “I can’t decide. Plus the dress is wrong, isn’t it? It’s gray.”
“It’s not gray. It’s moondust. I love the sparkle on the bodice. Where did you get those sapphire shoes? I want them.”
“I bought them last year in a weak moment. I haven’t worn them yet. I wasn’t sure if—”
“Yes, you are. I’ll tell you what’s annoying. Your feet are a full size smaller than mine. Otherwise, I’d take you down for those shoes. I still might.”
“Blue shoes it is. Can I put this stuff, including the rejected black pumps, in your place?”
“Go ahead.”
“I’ll be right down, give you a hand.”
She slipped out of both shoes, ran upstairs in her bare feet. She left the bag, the shoes inside Hope’s door, put the blue ones back on.
Since the door to The Penthouse stood open, she wandered into its rarified air. Flowers spread under the windows in the parlor, stood on the floating counter in the bath, with more in the bedroom. Everything shimmered and gleamed.
She couldn’t imagine what the Montgomerys felt, not when she felt such pride and satisfaction, and she’d only watched it evolve. And added a little elbow grease.
She walked down, letting her hand trail on the iron banister.
Wanting more, she walked down to Nick and Nora. She’d stay here tonight, she thought, with Owen. In that beautiful bed, with the scent of flowers, the sparkle of crystal.
They’d make love here, in the crystal dark, the first ones to reach for each other in this room. She thought it a kind of magic.
She turned at the sound of footsteps, smiled at Owen.
“I was just thinking about you, and there you are. And handsome, too.” So handsome in his dark suit, with a tie—that magic again—almost the same color as her dress.
“You keep surprising me, Avery.”
Her smile warmed. “Tonight calls for some style, and we’re definitely stylish. I was thinking how you and your family must feel. It must be amazing because I feel so proud and happy, and I didn’t do anything.”
“Yes, you did. You hauled, fed, cleaned. You helped us get Hope.”
“You’re right; I did. And I put that sparkly floor lamp together solo.” She gave one of its drops a light flick. Her eyes sparkled nearly as brightly. “Pretty major.”
“I think so. I have something for you.”
“For me?”
“Something to thank you for everything you did to help us get here tonight.”
“A present?” On a sound of surprise she stepped toward him. “I didn’t do anything for presents—even considering lamp assembly—but I do love presents. So I’ll take it. Hand it over.”
He pulled a little box out of his pocket—then took the wrapping she ripped off, balled it up while she lifted the lid.
“Oh. Oh, God, it’s beautiful.”
The little platinum key hung on a thin chain fired with tiny diamonds.
“I saw it, and thought, that’s it. It?
??s symbolic. The key to Inn BoonsBoro. Anytime you want to use it.”
“That’s beautiful, too, the thought of that. Thank you. Thank you,” she repeated, leaning in for a kiss. “I love it. My first diamonds.”
“Really? They’re pretty puny.”
“No diamond is puny. I want to wear it now.”
“I’ll help you out.” He moved behind her, working on the clasp. She reached a hand up to the little key, studying them both in the silver-framed cheval glass.
Then lifted a hand to the one he laid on her shoulder.
She couldn’t find words, not when she saw the way they looked together, reflected in the mirror.
The flutter came again when his gaze met hers. Then something new, a slow steady beat that spread out, spread through her until she felt it even in the soles of her feet.
“Owen.” Whatever she might have said, could have said, slipped away when she saw the shadow in the glass. “Owen,” she repeated.
