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“It’s perfect. Look how the antique gold of the mirror frame plays off the tiles, and the copper of the tub, the shelves. Wait until Justine sees this.” Turning a circle, she aimed for the bedroom again. “I can’t wait to dress this room. All the rooms. With the fireplace and that amazing bed going in here, I think it’s going to be one of our most popular.”
She pulled a notebook out of her pocket, checked off items, made notes.
He grinned when she tucked it away again. “It’s nice to have somebody on my team for a change.”
“Writing things down saves time in the long run.”
“Again, preaching to the choir.”
Together they gathered boxes, carried them to the porch door and through.
Hope started into Eve and Roarke, and nearly walked straight into Ryder.
“Mom wants the ceiling light up. Where the hell is it?”
“I’m carrying it,” Owen told him.
“Then you install it.”
“That’s the plan. Hope’s got some things over at her apartment for her place upstairs. Why don’t you go over and get them?”
“I can get them later,” Hope began.
“What are they? Where are they?”
“Shelves, wall shelves. Bath and living room. They’re in marked boxes in my storeroom. In the second bedroom,” she amended. “I’m using it as a storeroom.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“You need the key,” she said when he started to walk away. She reached into her front pocket, offered it.
He stuffed it in his own pocket. “Have you got those door rack hook things in those boxes?”
“Some of them,” Owen answered.
“Get them up, for God’s sake. I don’t want to hear about them anymore. Where’s the one for the ADA room?”
Because her arms were starting to ache, Hope set down her boxes. “In Jane and Rochester, on the wall facing St. Paul, in a box clearly marked ‘M&P, clothes bar.’ If you’re getting that, you might want to take down the two boxes in the same area, marked ‘M&P bathroom wall shelves.’ But don’t put them up unless either I’m there, or your mother. And we want a small corner shelf beside the sink in M&P.”
She took out her notebook, flipped pages. “These are the dimensions, the basic concept.”
Ryder narrowed his eyes at it, then at her. “Why?”
“Because due to the ADA codes, the layout of the room, we don’t really have a surface for something as basic as a toothbrush. Now we will.”
“Give me the damn paper.”
Hope tore it off. “I’m sure Owen or Beckett or one of the crew could take care of it if you’re too busy.”
He just stuffed the paper into his pocket and walked away.
“Are you sure he’s your brother?” Hope muttered.
“Pretty sure. He’s a little stressed with punching out here so we can make the deadline, riding the work on Beck’s house, getting the demo finished next door for the bakery.”
“It’s a lot,” Hope conceded. “Why aren’t you stressed? You’ve got the same meal on your plate.”
“Different categories, I guess. I don’t have to boss. I get to negotiate.” He set the shipping box on the floor of the bathroom.
Considering, Hope unboxed the little glass shelf. “Just a small thing, the kind of detail no one will really notice.”
“Unless it wasn’t there.”
“Like a place for your toothbrush.” She smiled, then tapped the wall. “Right here. If you don’t need me, I’ll go back up until you do.”
Hope slipped into Westley and Buttercup on her way, found Carolee busily mopping the bedroom floor.
“Carolee, the bathroom looks great. It sparkles.”
Justine’s sister, her cheeks pink with effort, pushed at her blond hair. “I swear I haven’t cleaned that hard in years. But it’s worth it. I keep thinking, I’m going to work here! I’m going to come into this room all the time. You need me for anything? Boss?”
Hope laughed. “You’re outpacing me. I stopped to get Owen going on the shelves and so on. I’m just going to see how Justine’s doing, then I’ll be in my apartment. My innkeeper’s apartment. Oh, I nearly forgot. If you’ve got any time over the next couple days, I want to go over the reservation program with you one more time. Because we’re going to start taking reservations.”
“Oh boy.” Carolee waved her hands in the air in triumph. “Oh boy, oh boy.”
She felt the same way, Hope thought as she hustled back inside. She hadn’t been so excited over a job since she’d first started at the Wickham Hotel in Georgetown. Not a good comparison, she reminded herself, considering how that had turned out.
And yet the debacle with Jonathan Wickham, and her decision to resign as manager, had opened the door for her to Inn BoonsBoro.
A beautiful building, beautifully appointed in a charming town with her two closest friends nearby. No, she’d never been quite this excited over a job.
She peeked into The Penthouse, saw Justine sitting on the wide windowsill of the parlor, looking out at Main Street.
“Taking a break,” Justine told her. “That bathroom is huge—and I’ve got no one to blame but myself for that.”
“I’ll finish it up.”
“It’s done, but I think we’ll give it one more going-over before the grand-opening party. I was just sitting here thinking how this place looked when I first dragged the boys in to look it over. My God. And I’m thinking, too, how pleased and proud Tommy would be. And how he’s probably a little pissed off he didn’t get to hammer in a few nails.”
“He taught his sons how to hammer them, so he’s had as much a part in creating this as they have.”
Justine’s eyes softened. “That’s a good thing to say. Just the right thing.” She held out a hand, giving Hope’s a tug when they joined. “I wish it would snow. I want to see how it looks in the snow, then in the spring and the summer, on into the fall. I want to see it shine here, in every season.”
“I’ll keep it beautiful for you.”
“I know you will. You’ll be happy here, Hope. I want you to be happy here, to have everyone who comes to stay happy here.”
“I’m already happy here.”
* * *
HAPPIER THAN SHE’D been in a long time, Hope thought as she went back to polishing her kitchen cabinets. She had an opportunity to do good work for good people.
She tipped her head as she studied the cabinets. And to reward herself, she’d pop over to the gift store before closing and buy those gorgeous bowls she’d had her eye on. A little personal housewarming gift.
Ryder carted in boxes. “What is it with women and shelves?” he demanded. “How many linear feet of flat surface does one person need?”
“That would depend,” she said coolly, “on how many things that person chooses to display.”
“Dust catchers.”
“Dust catchers to some, mementos and personal style to others.”
“Where the hell do you want your flat surfaces for your mementos and personal style? I haven’t got all day.”
“Just leave them. I’ll deal with them later.”
“Fine.”
He set them on the floor, turned.
His mother stood in the doorway, arms folded, giving him a look that still made his shoulders hunch and his balls shrink up a little.
“I apologize for my son, Hope. He’s obviously misplaced his manners inside his crappy mood.”
“It’s nothing. Ryder’s busy. Everyone’s busy today.”
“Busy doesn’t serve as an excuse for rude. Does it, Ryder?”
“No, ma’am. I’d be happy to hang your shelves,” he said to Hope, “if you’ll show me where you want them.”
“That’s better.” Justine gave him one last hard look before she went back across the hall.
“Well?” Ryder demanded. “Where am I putting them?”
“The suggestion I have at the moment wouldn’t be the walls
.”
His grin came fast and bright, surprising her. “Since I don’t have any mementos I’d like to stick up my ass, how about a second choice?”
“Just leave them there, and you?” She pointed toward the door.
Gauging her, he hooked his thumbs in his tool belt. “I’m not afraid of you, but I’m afraid of her. I don’t hang these, she’ll make me pay for it. So I’m not leaving until you pick your spots.”
“They’re already marked.”
“What’s marked?”
“I measured the shelves, I measured the space. I marked the areas.” She gestured to the space between her front windows, then toward the bathroom. “I think you can take it from there.”
Tossing down her polishing rag, she sailed out. She’d help Owen until his bad-tempered brother finished.
* * *
AVERY KEPT UP with the progress across Main by texts, and a quick drop-in from Clare. With the bus tour finished and the rush quieted, she took a short break in the back dining room to scarf down some pasta.
For now, the video machines stayed silent. She calculated another hour or two before kids slid in after school to set them beeping and banging.
The quarters added up, she reminded herself.
