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“Maybe. Charlene did pull me aside. She and the other bookstore girls want to give Laurie a shower. And now they want to talk about having it at the inn. I need to talk to Justine, figure out a venue fee for an event like that.”
“I thought I was a workhorse.” She pushed herself up, kicking off her shoes on the way to the kitchen—then detoured at the knock on the door. “Please don’t be a problem downstairs, please don’t be a problem downstairs,” she muttered. “Owen.”
“Saw the light. I thought we could— Hi, Hope.”
“Hi. I was just leaving.”
“No, she wasn’t. She was about to have some well-deserved tea. Carolee’s in charge at the inn for a couple hours. You want some tea?” she asked him. “Or I’ve got some beer.”
“I’ll take the beer. We put in a long one, too. I can take it to go if you—”
“Jeez, sit.” She pushed him toward a chair. “All this politeness is making my teeth hurt. And my feet already do.”
“She’s always so welcoming.” But he bypassed the chair, sat on the couch. “I had some time last night and early this morning,” he told Hope, “for a little research.”
“As soon as the wedding’s done, I swear I’ll put in more time on that, help you out.”
“No problem. I couldn’t give it much today because we’re really pushing on Beck’s place.”
“How’s it coming?” Avery called out.
“We’re nearly there. A lot of painting, punch-out, details.”
“Sounds familiar,” Hope said with a smile.
“I’m working out the time line—”
“Also familiar,” Avery said from the kitchen.
“It’s going to be close, but we can just about knock it out by the wedding, get the final inspections. I was thinking we could load them in while they’re on their honeymoon. We couldn’t have everything in where they’re going to want it—you know, like hanging pictures or the fussy stuff—but we could get the furniture in there, stock the kitchen. That kind of thing.”
Avery came out with a tray and mugs of tea and a bottle of beer. She set it down, leaned over and kissed him. “That’s you. That’s you who’d think of that.”
“It’d be nice for them to get back and basically move right in.”
“It’s a great idea. I’ll help all I can,” Hope promised. “I do know where she plans to put a lot of things. We’ve talked about it.”
“Hope’s got a memory like an elephant.”
“But not an ass like an enormous tomato.”
Owen just lifted his brows when Avery snorted in her tea. “Girl joke,” she told him.
“Okay. Anyway, we’ll plan for it. How’d it all go today?”
“It was perfect.” Hope curled up her legs. “And we had one unexpected guest. I caught her scent off and on all through the party—and I really think she helped herself to some champagne, if that’s possible. I found an empty glass up in E&D, after I’d already done the check through and all the others had gone.”
“I invited her.” Avery sipped her tea. “I went up there before, and I don’t know, I just got the feeling she was down. Sad. I told her about the baby, and the shower. It seemed to cheer her up.”
“That’s you,” Owen murmured. “That’s you who’d think of that. I might have more on her. I’ve been looking into her family. She had two older brothers and a younger sister. One brother died in the war. The other came back, got married, had four kids, so I’ve got those threads if we need them. The sister married a couple years after the war. Five kids, but one died as a baby. From what I’ve found, the sister lived way into her nineties. They moved to Philadelphia a couple years after the marriage. That might be something for you to look into, Hope, as that’s where your family’s from.”
“Can do.”
“Do you know anything about Liberty House School?”
Surprise flooding her face, Hope looked up from her tea. “As a matter of fact I do. Why?”
“I haven’t pulled all the details yet, but I ended up going off on a tangent—you know how it happens—and I came on the Liberty House School for Girls—founded in 1878. It has the sister as one of the founders—and a big influence on providing education to girls at a time when it wasn’t a big thing. It’s coed now, but still a respected private school up there.”
“It is. I went there.”
“Seriously?” Surprised, Owen leaned forward, forearms on thighs. “Small world.”
“Yes.” Frowning, Hope set down her tea. “What was the sister’s name?”
“Ah, Catherine.”
“Her married name?”
“Darby. Catherine Darby. I read that the library in the school’s named for her.”
“It is, and it is a really, spookily small world. The Catherine Darby who helped found the Liberty House School for Girls in 1878 was my great-times-three-grandmother.”
“Holy shit.” Avery gaped. “And again, holy shit! Hope, if all this is right, you’re related to Lizzy. You’re her great-times-three-niece.”
“You’re sure about this, Hope?”
Hope merely glanced at Owen. “I went to Liberty House from kindergarten through middle school. Just like my mother and uncle did—and my maternal grandmother, like my brother did, like my sister did. It’s a family tradition. And before you ask, I don’t know much about the family history—not that far back. I imagined Catherine Darby as the old woman—old to a kid—in the painting in the library at school. I’ve never heard about her having a sister who died. I di
dn’t even know her maiden name.”
“Do you think anyone in your family would know more—the more personal stuff that might not show up in research?”
“Honestly, I don’t know, but I can find out. This is . . . so strange.” So strange she felt a tickle at the back of her throat. “I need to let it settle in. I can’t think straight on this yet. I’m going to go.”
“Do you want me to go with you? To stay with you tonight?”
“No, no, I’m not afraid. I’m not upset. I just need to process.”
“Why don’t I walk you across?”
“Stop it,” Hope insisted with a little laugh before Owen could stand. “I think I can make it across The Square. I just need to clear my head, then think. This is just really strange.”
Avery popped up, went with Hope to the door. “You call me if you can’t settle. Promise.”
“All right. Processing.” She tapped her temple. “You know I need to.”
“Yeah, otherwise, I wouldn’t let you go without me. But Hope?”
“Hmm.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, you can say that again.”
When Hope went out, Avery turned back to Owen, and did. “Wow.”
“The sister,” he murmured. “I don’t know why I followed that path, really. I just wanted the information. The-more-you-know kind of thing. But I didn’t see how it could help find the Billy Lizzy wants. And now . . . I know coincidences happen, but this? This is really stretching it.”
“So what? Fate?”
“What else?” He pushed up to pace. “You’re born and raised in Boonsboro, and Hope’s born and raised in Philadelphia. You end up being college roommates, and friends. Solid friends. So solid, she visits here, makes solid friends with Clare. The same Clare my brother’s about to marry. My mother falls in love with the old hotel, manages to buy it, we put blood, sweat, and tears into rehabbing it. The person we’re hiring as innkeeper gets pregnant, has to bow out, and you and Clare come up with Hope.”
“Who’s looking to relocate because she’s been screwed over by her asshole and his family.”
“She’s tailor-made for the job,” Owen continued. “Hotel manager, knows all the ropes—some we hadn’t even thought of. Overqualified, and not really looking to relocate here. And my mom hires her on the spot—barely talked to her, and boom, she’s hired. Hope accepts the same way—boom.”
“Well, when you add it all up that way . . .”
“That’s how it adds up.” He stopped his restless pacing to face her. “One twist, then another, one choice, then another, all leading to the same place. The inn, Lizzy, Hope—and maybe, if it keeps adding—to this Billy.”
“Do you think she knows—Eliza, I mean?”
“I don’t know. It seems if she did, she’d have made more effort to connect with Hope. When you think about it, it’s been more with us—Beckett, me, Ry—though Ry doesn’t talk about it much. My mother. Even you.”
“And Murphy. He’s the first one who saw her, that we know of.”
“Kids.” Owen shrugged. “They haven’t learned not to believe the impossible. This is . . .”
“Is what?”
He looked at her, lit up with a grin. “So fucking cool. And . . . wait a minute. I was distracted, caught up. I just noticed.”
“Noticed what.”
“Your hair. It’s back.” He crossed to her, ran his fingers through the bright golden red. “It’s Avery’s hair again.”
“I decided to try being me for a while, see how it goes.”
“The way I like you best,” he told her.
