The Chesapeake Diaries Series 7-Book Bundle: Coming HOme, Home Again, Almost Home, Hometown Girl, Home for the Summer, The Long Way Home, At the River's Edge (89 page)

Stef unlocked the back door and went through an
unheated space to a second door that opened onto the back porch.

“Horace called this the shed.” Shirley trailed behind Stef. “He used to store stuff out here in the winter. Potatoes, onions, things like that.”

“Who did you say you hired to cut the grass?” Stef stood on the top step, her hands on her hips.

“One of the Anderson boys. Why?”

“It looks like that’s all he did.” Stef moved down to the next lower step when her mother came out the door.

“That’s all I paid him to do.” Shirley followed Stef’s gaze around the yard. “Oh, you’re looking at all the overgrowth? It does appear that things have gotten a bit out of hand, doesn’t it?”

“Nothing that a good pair of shears can’t handle. I’ve never pruned before, but I’m sure I can learn.”

“If you get stuck, I’ll give you a hand.”

“I might take you up on that.” Stef motioned for her mother to go back inside. “Let’s check out the rest of the house.”

They poked their heads into the butler’s pantry, then went up the back stairs, past more peeling wallpaper and no small amount of crumbling plaster, to the second floor.

“The wallpaper is definitely early last century,” Steffie observed after she’d gone through each of the corner bedrooms. “And the bathrooms are right out of
Psycho.
”

She turned a faucet in one of the bathroom sinks. Dark water trickled out.

“I think you’ll want to let that run for a time,” her
mother said calmly. “Clean out the pipes, and all that.”

Steffie nodded.

“I suppose I should make a list of everything that needs to be done, then decide which are the priorities.”

“Good idea.” Shirley started down the front stairwell. At the landing, where the steps turned, she looked back over her shoulder. “You might want to have someone go through the place and tell you what should be done first and how much it’s all going to cost.”

“Cameron O’Connor is a contractor. I can give him a call.”

“Good idea.” Shirley turned and went down the steps to the first floor, Stef behind her. “Cam did some work on our house about six years ago and he did a terrific job. He wasn’t inexpensive, though.”

“So the money I saved to buy a place will go for the repairs on this one.”

“I’ll bet you spend every penny of it.” Shirley looked as if she was mentally tallying up the cost of the renovations.

“I remember that the dining room was so pretty,” Stef said, her flip-flops flapping on the wooden floor from the foyer to the dining room. “Oh, and it still is.”

“It looked different with the furniture in it, didn’t it?” Her mother stood in the doorway.

“But it’s still a pretty room.” Stef ducked to avoid the crystals that dangled from the chandelier. “It has lovely leaded glass windows and the fireplace and all
that nice wainscoting …” She stared at the walls. “Mom, that paper has to go.”

Shirley laughed. “With any luck, it’ll come off as easily as the paper in the front hall.”

“I can deal with that,” Steffie murmured.

“I’m sure you can, sweets, but don’t fool yourself into thinking you can do everything at once. Go step-by-step, and by the time you’re ready to move in—”

“I’m ready to move in now. As soon as I get back to the shop, I’m going to call Cam and see when he can meet me here. I know exactly what I want to do, and I want to get started as soon as possible. I can’t wait to move in.”

“You should call Jesse first, get all the papers signed. His card is in the envelope I gave you.”

“I left that back at the shop.” Stef glanced at her watch. “I need to get back there anyway. I don’t feel right leaving Tina and Claire to deal with all those rowdy schoolkids on their own. Claire’s only supposed to be working part-time this week.”

She took one long look into the living room, and remembered there was a room off to the right that had glass windows on three sides—Horace had called it the “conservatory”—and a small library that they hadn’t looked at. Well, she knew what the rooms looked like, and besides, she’d be back soon enough.

She turned the key to lock the door and took her mother’s arm as they strolled back to the car. She looked over her shoulder as she went through the gate, and smiled.

Good-bye, my house, my very own wonderful, beautiful house. I’ll be back soon
.

Early the following morning, a tap on Scoop’s door sent Steffie’s pulse racing.

“What is it with him and his early-morning visits?” she muttered. Clearly expecting Wade, she fixed her most bored and disinterested expression before venturing from the back room to the front of the shop.

She couldn’t decide whether she was happy or disappointed to find her brother at the door.

“Oh, hi.” She unlocked it and let him in.

“Great to see you, too.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“Sorry.” She gave him a quick hug and closed the door behind him.

“Were you expecting someone else?”

“Not really.” She shrugged. “Come on in the back room. I was just finishing up today’s batch of lemon meringue.”

“I was right about Cousin Horace, wasn’t I?” He followed her into her workroom. “He did like you best.”

“Well, of course he did. Why wouldn’t he? Everyone else does.” Stef teased. “Jealous?”

“Nah,” he assured her. “Horace, bless his big heart,
left me cash. Enough to finish the renovations on my house, so I’m happy.” Grant paused. “Are you happy?”

“Are you kidding? I’m delirious.” She broke into a huge grin. “You know, I have always loved that house. If anyone had given me a choice of any house in St. Dennis, I’d have picked that one. I spent half the night last night over there, just sitting on the living-room floor, thinking about how I’m going to do every room, and pinching myself. It’s a dream come true for me, Grant.”

“Well, if you’re happy, I’m happy.” Grant pulled over a stool and sat at the end of the worktable.

“Thanks, bro. But are you sure you wouldn’t have rather have had—” Stef looked up from the lemon rinds she was grating.

“Nope.” He held up a hand to stop her. “I’m exactly where I want to be. Don’t give it another thought.”

“It was nice of Horace to remember us, don’t you think?” she said softly.

“Damned nice,” he agreed. “By the way, where’s your helper this morning?”

“Tina will be in by eleven.” She glanced up at Grant. “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head. “I have a surgical appointment in about an hour—a boxer with a tumor on its leg—but I thought I’d just take a few minutes to stop in and say hi before I headed into the clinic.”

She stopped what she was doing and studied his face. “You okay? I mean, with Paige gone, and all.”

“I hate that I can’t have my kid with me, I’m not going to lie.” He watched her dip a tasting spoon into the thick yellow froth in the machine.

She grabbed another spoon, filled it, and passed it over to him.

He tasted it, then nodded. “Nice, Stef.”

“Thanks.” Steffie rested her forearms on the table-top. “I guess Krista would say the same thing, though, don’t you think? Her mom would miss Paige just as much as you do.”

“Well, that’s the thing with divorce where kids are involved. One person is probably going to be unhappy at any given time. Sometimes it’s me, sometimes it’s Krista. Sometimes, it’s Paige.” He made a face. “During the school year, it’s me
and
Paige.”

“You know that she would rather be here than in Ohio, Grant. She told me she wanted to stay here, oh, at least five hundred times over the summer. She doesn’t understand why what she wants shouldn’t take precedence over what her mother wants.” She debated for a moment before adding, “I think she wishes you’d fight harder for her.”

“If I were one hundred percent certain that it was in Paige’s best interests for her to be living in St. Dennis year-round, I would, in a heartbeat.” Grant shook his head. “I just don’t know, though. Krista insists that Paige is better off staying in the school where she started kindergarten, where she has lots of friends, knows the routine and all the teachers. She really believes that it’s best for Paige to stay in the town where she’s always lived, that it’s better to keep at least that much consistent in her life.”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

“Is it better for her to be there during the school year than here? Better here for the summer than there?” He shrugged. “And if she were to spend the school year here, she’d have to give up summers here to go to her mom’s for those three months, and I
doubt very much that Paige would like that. The bottom line? I don’t pretend to know what’s best.” The circles under Grant’s eyes were clear evidence that he’d been losing sleep over the situation. “I just know that when she’s here, Paige is a happy and seemingly normal almost-thirteen-year-old. As soon as we cross the Ohio state line, she turns into a moody, miserable caricature of herself.”

“Krista hasn’t noticed this?” Stef checked the progress of the ice-cream maker.

“Krista says that’s the way Paige always acts. That it’s normal behavior for her age group. I tried to tell her that it isn’t normal for Paige—at least, it isn’t when she’s here—but Krista doesn’t believe it. She thinks I’m just saying it because I don’t want to bring her back.”

“Maybe you could request another custody hearing, maybe have Paige testify this time. She didn’t last time, right?”

“I’m thinking that’s where we’re probably headed. I know the courts seem to favor the mother a lot, but I’m just as good a parent as Krista.”

“You’re a terrific parent,” Stef assured him. “The fact that Paige would rather be here with you should mean something to the court.”

“I’ll have to think about it.” He handed back the spoon. “This was really tasty. And brings me to the main reason for my stopping in. Besides congratulating you on your new address, of course.”

“What’s up?” She scooped out a spoonful of ice cream for herself. “Perfect.” She turned off the machine and proceeded to fill a large round cardboard container with the lemony confection.

“Dallas has a birthday coming up. She’s going to be thirty-eight in a couple of weeks.”

“Really? She wears it well. I hope I look that good when I’m her age.” She paused to consider. “Actually, I’d be happy if I looked that good
now
.”

“You’re okay, kid.”

“So what about Dallas’s birthday? You’re going to have a party and want ice cream?”

“Yes, but not just any ice cream,” he told her. “I want something special. You know, she could celebrate anywhere in the world, but she wants to do it here. So I’ve been trying to think of something that we could do for her, something that would be really special and totally St. Dennis.”

“And …?” She gestured for him to continue.

“I want you to make an ice-cream flavor just for her. Make enough for her party, then destroy the recipe and never make it again.”

Steffie stared at him.

“Pretty cool idea, huh?” He grinned.

“You thought of that all by yourself?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, obviously pleased with himself.

“What if I made a special Dallas flavor and she wanted me to make it again? Then what?”

“Then I guess you’d have to do it, but you could only make it for her.” He shook his head. “I can’t think of anything else, Stef. She’s the woman who has everything. She can buy anything she wants.” He lowered his voice to a confessional tone. “I want to propose to her, but I can’t buy a ring as big as what she could buy herself, even if I used my savings plus the money Horace left me.”

“Perhaps we should have beeen discussing why men are so stupid instead of ice cream.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Of course Dallas can afford to buy herself the biggest ring on the planet. She’s a huge movie star and makes millions of dollars every time she makes a film. You’re a veterinarian, you don’t make Hollywood bucks. I’m pretty sure she’s figured that out, and I don’t think she cares a fig about how big a diamond you could buy her. She has plenty of her own diamonds. Maybe what she wants from you is something that money can’t buy.”

“Like what?”

“Besides your undying love—though why she would want
that
is a discussion for another day—maybe something that has a deeper meaning. Something truly special. Something beyond a price tag. Something that no one else has.”

“Like what?” He frowned.

“Like …” She paused to think for a minute, then snapped her fingers when it came to her. “Nana’s wedding ring.”

Grant stared blankly. She waved her hand in front of his face.

“You still in there?” she asked.

“You think she’d want that? Nana’s ring?”

“I think it would mean the world to her. Dallas cares about stuff like that. If she didn’t, she’d be commuting from Hollywood to St. Dennis once a month instead of the other way around. She values family connections, Grant. Hers, yours …” Steffie nodded. “If you’re going to ask her to marry you, I think Nana’s ring is definitely the way to go. Besides, it’s a
gorgeous ring. Platinum is very in these days, and the three stones in the band are quite lovely. And it was Nana’s, so it means something.”

“Hmm. Nana’s ring … I’ll think about it. Maybe I’ll give Mom a call and see what she thinks. Thanks for the suggestion.”