Brambleberry House. RaeAnne Thayne
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ended before I could pay him back.”
“Good thing you’re sticking around,” Anna said. “You can pay back your debt now. We’ve still got ice cream.”
“And geoducks,” Sage said. “Maybe you’re more agile than you used to be.”
She laughed, liking both women immensely. As she gathered the children and headed down the stairs to her car, Julia could only wish for a little more agility. Then she would cross her toes and her fingers that Sage Benedetto and Anna Galvez would let her and her twins rent their vacant apartment.
She couldn’t remember when she had wanted anything so much.
* * *
“SO WHAT DO you think?” Sage asked as she and Anna stood at the window watching the schoolteacher strap her children into the backseat of her little SUV.
She looked like she had the process down to a science, Sage thought, something she still struggled with when she drove Chloe anywhere. She could never figure out how to tighten the darn seat belt over the booster chair with her stepdaughter-to-be. She ought to have Julia give her lessons.
“No idea,” Anna replied. “I barely talked to her for five minutes. But she seems nice enough.”
“She belongs here.”
Anna snorted. “And you figured that out in one quick fifteen-minute meeting?”
“Not at all.” Sage grinned. She couldn’t help herself. “I figured it out in the first thirty seconds.”
“We still have to check her references. I’m sorry if this offends you, but I can’t go on karma alone on this one.”
“I know. But I’m sure they’ll check out.” Sage couldn’t have said how she knew, she just did. Somehow she was certain Abigail would have wanted Julia and her twins to live at Brambleberry House.
“Did you see her blush when Will’s name came up?”
Anna shook her head. “Leave it alone, Sage. You engaged women think you have to match up the entire universe.”
“Not the entire universe. Just the people I love, like Will.”
And you, she added silently. She thought of the loneliness in Anna’s eyes, the tiny shadow of sadness she was certain Anna never guessed showed on her expression.
Their neighbor wasn’t the only one who deserved to be happy, but she decided she—and Abigail—could only focus on one thing at a time. “Will has had so much pain in his life. Wouldn’t you love to see him smile again?”
“Of course. But Julia herself said she hadn’t seen him in years and they barely recognized each other. And we don’t even know the woman. She could be married.”
“Widowed. She told me that on the phone. Two years, the same as Will.”
Compassion flickered in Anna’s brown eyes. “Those poor children, to lose their father at such a young age.” She paused. “That doesn’t mean whatever scheme you’re hatching has any chance of working.”
“I know. But it’s worth a shot. Anyway, Conan likes them and that’s the important thing, isn’t it, bud?”
The dog barked, giving his uncanny grin. As far as Sage was concerned, references or not, that settled the matter.
SAGE AND ANNA apparently had a new tenant.
Will slowed his pickup down as he passed Brambleberry House coming from the south. He couldn’t miss the U-Haul trailer hulking in the driveway and he could see Sage heading into the house, her arms stacked high with boxes. Anna was loading her arms with a few more while Julia’s children played on the grass not far away with Conan. Even from here he could see the dog’s glee at having new playmates.
Damn. This is the price he paid for his inaction. He should have stopped by a day or two earlier and at least tried to dissuade Anna and Sage from taking her on as a tenant.
It probably wouldn’t have done any good, he acknowledged. Both of Abigail’s heirs could be as stubborn as crooked nails when they had their minds made up about something. Still, he should have at least made the attempt.
But what could he have said, really, that wouldn’t have made him sound like a raving lunatic?
Yeah, she seems nice enough and I sure was crazy about her when I was sixteen. But I don’t want her around anymore because I don’t like being reminded I’m still alive.
He sighed and turned off his truck. He wanted nothing more than to drive past the house and hide out at his place down the beach until she moved on but there was no way on earth his blasted conscience would let him leave three women and two kids to do all that heavy lifting on their own.
He climbed out of his pickup and headed to the trailer. He reached it just as the top box on Anna’s stack started to slide.
He lunged for it and plucked the wobbly top box just before it would have hit the ground, earning a surprised look from Anna over the next-highest box.
“Wow! Good catch,” she said, a smile lifting her studious features. “Lucky you were here.”
“Rule of thumb—your stack of boxes probably shouldn’t exceed your own height.”
She smiled. “Good advice. I’m afraid I can get a little impatient sometimes.”
“Is that it? I thought you just like to bite off more than you can chew.”
She made a wry face at him. “That, too. How did you know we needed help?”
He shrugged. “I was driving past and saw your leaning tower and thought you might be able to use another set of arms.”
“We’ve got plenty of arms. We just need some arms with muscle. Thanks for stopping.”
“Glad to help.” It was a blatant lie but he decided she didn’t need to know that.
She turned and headed up the stairs and he grabbed several boxes from inside the truck and followed her, trying to ignore the curious mingle of dread and anticipation in his gut.
He didn’t want to see Julia again. He had already dreamed about her the last two nights in a row. More contact would only wedge her more firmly into his head.
At the same time, part of him—maybe the part that was still sixteen years old somewhere deep inside—couldn’t help wondering how the years might have changed her.
Anna was breathing hard by the time they reached the middle floor of the house, where the door to the apartment had been propped open with a small stack of books.
“I could have taken another one of your boxes,” he said to Anna.
She made a face. “Show-off. Are you even working up a sweat?”
“I’m sweating on the inside,” he answered, which was nothing less than the truth.
The source of his trepidation spoke to Anna an instant later.
“Thanks so much,” Julia Blair said in her low, sexy voice. “Those go in Simon’s bedroom.”
Will lowered his boxes so he could see over them and found her standing in the middle of the living room directing traffic. She wore capris and a stretchy yellow T-shirt. With her hair pulled back into a ponytail, she looked fresh and beautiful and not much older than she’d been that last summer together.
He didn’t miss the shock in her eyes when she spied him behind the boxes. “Will! What are you doing here?”
He shrugged, uncomfortable at her obvious shock. Why shouldn’t he be here helping? It was the neighborly thing to do. Had he really been such a complete jerk the other