The Bride Next Door. Winnie Griggs
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just where it might be.”
She straightened. “How about that. The original owners must have been good friends to set this up.”
Everett nodded, still mulling over the implications. “I believe I heard somewhere they were brothers.”
“That makes sense.” Daisy nodded in satisfaction. “Their families probably did a lot of visiting back and forth.”
He dusted his hands. “Either they had a falling out or the new owners valued their privacy when the buildings changed hands.”
“That’s a shame. Neighbors should be, well, neighborly.” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “But there’s no reason we can’t make use of this.”
What in the world was she thinking now? “Miss Johnson, I—”
“How would you feel about leaving the doors open whenever I’m over here cooking?”
Before he could respond, she quickly continued.
“With such easy access, I can work on a few things at my place while the food simmers. And I can even check in on Kip occasionally while I’m at it.”
Somehow that arrangement didn’t seem quite respectable. “I don’t—”
But she wasn’t finished. “Oh, and don’t you worry, I won’t skimp on the work I’m doing for you. I’ll only go over to my place when I’m not needed here.”
He shook his head irritably. “I don’t mind you splitting your time, as long as the meals are prepared properly. But there are proprieties to be observed.”
Her brow furrowed, and then she waved a dismissive hand. “I really can’t see how that would be an issue. After all, I’ll be over here cooking for you just about every day, and we haven’t made a secret of that. What difference can it make if that door is open when I’m at work here?”
It went against the grain with him to give even the appearance of bending the rules of polite society. Still, she was making sense in a roundabout kind of way. “If I agree to this, and I haven’t said I will, then I need your word that that animal of yours stays on your side of the wall.”
“That won’t be a problem.” Her eagerness was palpable. “This would be such a big help to me in getting my place livable more quickly.”
“I suppose there wouldn’t be any harm in it.” Though he still wasn’t fond of the idea. “But only during your working hours. And it would probably be best if we don’t spread the word about this easy access between our apartments. Some individuals might take it amiss.” Did she understand what he was saying?
“Thank you. I promise I’ll handle it just as you say. And don’t worry, I’ll keep my side securely locked when I’m done here for the day, just as propriety dictates.”
Maybe she’d gotten the message, after all.
She straightened. “Now, I’m going right over to my place to see if I can find my door and the key that goes with it. It seems the previous residents really wanted to shut each other out.”
“Family disputes can be among the bitterest.” Everett pushed away the memory of his own father.
She was still studying the door. “If I’m recollecting the layout right, I think there’s a rickety bookcase in front of the door on my end.”
He knew a hint when he heard one. “I suppose you’d like me to help move it.”
But she shook her head. “Oh, no, I was thinking out loud, not asking for help.”
She might say that, but it would be ungentlemanly not to lend a hand after her comment. “Of course. But I’ll accompany you all the same.” Besides, he was curious to see what progress she’d made since the night she’d arrived.
As soon as she opened the door to her place, her dog raced up, tail wagging. He jumped up, planting his front paws on her skirts, and she gave his head an affectionate rub. “Hey, Kip, did you miss me, boy? I promise we’ll go for a walk just as soon as I check something out upstairs.”
The animal was every bit as foolishly cheerful as his mistress.
The front room was mostly bare but surprisingly clean. Daisy had apparently scrubbed the floors and walls until there wasn’t a speck of dirt to be seen. Interesting that she’d worked on the downstairs before the living quarters upstairs.
She caught him looking around, and smiled proudly. “There’s still a lot to be done, but I’m making progress. Right now I’m trying to decide if I want to buy yellow paint or blue paint for the walls. Yellow would be brighter and cheerier, but blue would be more relaxing and remind folks of the blue skies of springtime. What do you think?”
He had a feeling she wasn’t talking about muted shades of those particular colors. “I favor more sophisticated colors, such as white or gray.”
Daisy wrinkled her nose. “Where’s the joy in that?”
Joy? What an odd thing to say about a color choice. But apparently, the question had been moot.
She moved to the stairs and her dog stayed right on her heels, seemingly determined to make up for the time they’d been apart. “I warn you,” she said over her shoulder, “I haven’t done much to fix up the second floor. You’re liable to get a bit of dust and grime on you.”
“I feel sufficiently warned,” he said dryly. Just because he liked to maintain a neat appearance didn’t mean he was averse to a little dirt when there was no help for it.
The upstairs wasn’t as cluttered as the downstairs had been that first night, but it was every bit as dusty and unkempt. Gus had really let the place go. It made him wonder if there were soundness issues with the structure itself. Everett studied the walls and ceilings more closely. But there were no visible water marks or signs of crumbling woodwork.
He followed Daisy to the wall that adjoined his, and sure enough, once you knew where to look, the door was evident. He helped her shift the clutter away from the wall and they discovered the key still in the lock, so finding it wasn’t an issue. When they opened the door they found themselves looking into his apartment.
Her smile widened to a broad grin. “This is wonderful—I’ll be able to get twice as much work done now.”
“Just remember, the dog stays on your side of the wall.”
“Don’t worry, he knows his place.”
Everett very deliberately turned and headed down Daisy’s stairs to make his exit. Regardless of how “neighborly” the prior tenants had been, there would be no use of that adjoining door as a shortcut access other than during her working hours.
He would not do anything to set the local tongues wagging. Regardless of how innocent a person was, perception and reputation were everything.
* * *
After Everett left, Daisy took Kip for a walk. As usual, she grabbed a cloth bag so she’d have something to hold anything edible or useable she found along the way. At the last minute, she remembered she needed to gather the stuffing for her mattress ticking, so she grabbed a larger gunnysack as well.
Once on the edge of town, she let Kip have his head and followed wherever the animal led, only redirecting him when he seemed headed for mischief.
This was only her second day here, if you didn’t count the night she arrived, and already it felt familiar, comfortable. Everything was falling into place just as she’d hoped, even better than she’d thought possible.
She could build a good life here. She’d already made a few acquaintances that, in time, she hoped could bloom into true friendships.
The discovery of that door between her and Mr. Fulton’s places had been exciting, something unexpected and fun. Sharing a secret with him made her feel closer to him somehow, even if he didn’t feel any