against a pretty woman. Sure looks good over there.” He lifted his bearded chin toward the inn. “Tommy’d be real proud.”
Willy B had been his father’s best friend, since both of them had been boys. Had wept unashamed at his funeral, Beckett remembered. And very likely missed Thomas Montgomery as much as his wife and sons.
“Yeah, I think he would be. I think he’d have enjoyed a night like this.”
“He’d’ve loved it. Wouldn’t mind a chance to see what’s what inside that place.”
“Anytime you want,” Beckett told him. “You know that.”
“I’ll be stopping by then, ready to gawk.”
“Willy B.” Justine came to the doorway, hands on hips. “You get back in here and mingle.”
“Oh now, Justine.” He blew out a breath. “No point arguing. Hope to hell I don’t knock something over.”
“He’s the cutest man,” Clare stated when he trudged back in.
“He’s six-five and probably goes two-sixty or better. How can he be cute?”
“He just is. I’ve got to get home, as much as I’d like to stay. Don’t forget, I’ll be by at seven tomorrow.”
“Wait, wait.” He took her arm, shook his head. “You’re not driving home by yourself.”
“Beckett, it’s not even a mile, straight down on Main.”
“I’ll follow you, make sure you get in all right, give Mazie a lift home. You heard what Willy B said. No point in arguing.”
She considered it foolishly overprotective, especially when he insisted she come with him to his truck in Vesta’s lot so he could drive her the short distance to her van in back of TTP.
She knew he waited while she locked up so gave the porch light a quick flick off and on. He tapped the horn before easing out of the driveway and making the turn to drop Mazie at home.
From across the street, a few doors down, Sam watched the house, noting how the front washed with light as Clare went to the door—as the babysitter came out a few minutes later.
He considered and stewed, saw the backyard flood with light. Letting the mongrels out, he mused.
Dogs and security lights. Were those for his benefit? Did she think he was a fucking burglar?
It was no way to act, no way to treat him. Montgomery’s doing, he decided. She was just too soft, too accommodating to tell that interfering bastard to mind his own business.
He’d take care of that. Take care of her.
He knew what she needed. A man of means, of style, of stature. One who could put those kids in a good boarding school so she didn’t have to work so hard. A man who could take her places, show her off.
She’d see. He’d make her see.
He settled in, watching the routine of lights going off, going on.
He sat for nearly an hour, watching her lighted bedroom windows, and longer still after the windows went dark.
When he drove away, he had a plan.
SINCE MOST OF the men were busy, Beckett helped muscle the first tub to the second floor. In any case, he wanted to see how Lizzy liked it. Once they’d set the white slipper tub in place, he lingered. Light, warm colors, he thought, studying the tile work, a more traditional feel than some of the rooms. A nice contrast, he decided, with the deep tone of the old rubbed-bronze fixtures, and the charm of the telephone-style floor faucet for the tub.
He waited, but apparently Lizzy was withholding judgment until the plumber finished it off.
He went down—and up again countless times, hauling tubs, toilets, faucets, shower systems. All meticulously labeled, he noted, by either his brother or Hope.
On what he prayed was nearly the last trip, he saw Hope outside the on-site storage unit with a clipboard.
“Didn’t know you were here.”
“I’ve been down at the other storage. We finally have room in there. I’m checking off here, then I’m going to go through, make sure all the fixtures are in the right rooms.”
“They’re marked,” he reminded her. “We’re putting them in the right rooms.”
“So you say.” She grinned at him. “I have to see for myself. There are a lot of pieces to each pie. Shower system, sink faucets, bath faucets, towel warmers, P-traps, vanity mirrors, robe hooks.” She lifted one elegant eyebrow. “Should I continue?”
“No, because I’ve muled that and more in and up.”
“It’ll be worth it.” She lowered her clipboard, adjusted her intricately tied scarf. “Besides, you’ll be able to relax on your hot date tonight.”
“Where am I going?”
She laughed. “For me to know and you to find out. Oh, I had