The Chesapeake Diaries Series (196 page)

“You’re the handyman?” she asked.

His smile revealed a row of very white teeth. “Yeah. I’m the handyman.”

“I’m Ellie Ryder, the new owner. Jesse said maybe you could give me a few pointers about things that need to be done to the house.”

“Sure. How much work are you planning on doing here?”

“I haven’t decided.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I guess I need to see what the place needs most and what I can afford.”

“Well, how ’bout we take a look around the outside, then move inside to see what’s what?”

“That sounds like a plan.” Ellie met him halfway to the walk. “Things don’t look too bad out here.” She gestured to the front porch. “Well, except for the sag on the end there. Might need a little help with that. But the shutters look secure and in decent condition.”

“You might want to think about paint out here for … well, for pretty much everything. The porch,
the shutters, the front door. Give it a little more curb appeal if you’re planning on selling the place.”

“I am going to sell it.” She paused. “What exactly did Jesse tell you?”

“Just that you purchased the house from Lynley Sebastian’s estate and you’d be looking to sell.”

“I will be, but of course, I want to maximize what I can get. So I want to do whatever I can to increase the value of the house without bankrupting myself.”

He turned and eyed her car in the driveway. She knew what he was thinking: why not sell that big old Benz and buy something a little smaller, less expensive, more economical? Which was exactly what she would do, if the car belonged to her; however, that was none of his or anyone else’s business. Besides, if she sold the house tomorrow and left St. Dennis—which, thanks to her mother’s will, she could not do—where would she go? She felt she’d relied on Carly’s friendship long enough. If she stayed here and worked through the winter, she could put the house up for sale in the spring. Six months would take her to May, and by then she would have had more time to figure out her next move. Right now she was completely at odds with no clear goal, no destination.

And of course, the house would have greater value if put on the market in the spring, when people were more likely to be looking for a place on the Bay.

“You might need a new roof,” Cam was saying as they looked up at the front of the house.

“It’s not leaking,” she hastened to tell him. “It’s rained twice since I’ve been here and it hasn’t leaked at all. I looked everywhere, even in the attic. The roof isn’t leaking.”

“Looks like it’s at the end of its life span, though.”

“There’s nothing in the budget for a roof.” She moved on around the side of the house with him. “That’s not on the gotta-do-to-sell-the-place list.”

“You will want to clean out those gutters, though, maybe have the downspout replaced.” He pointed up toward the roof. “The gutter’s filled with leaves and the water will just spill over instead of going down the downspout when it rains. Which it can’t do anyway because the downspout’s separated from the gutters. See here?” He pointed to the place where the two pieces disconnected and moved the downspout slightly. “I’m guessing all of the gutters are in the same condition.”

He walked around to the back of the house and she followed.

Cameron grabbed the back-porch railing and wiggled it. “This is an accident waiting to happen. The top rail is loose and could give out if anyone leans too hard on it. Plus there are some rotting floorboards there on the deck, and a few steps are a little weak.” He looked at her somewhat apologetically. “I meant to come back and replace that railing and it completely slipped my mind.”

“You were the one who raked the leaves. You filled the bird feeders and stacked wood near the back door.”

He nodded.

“Jesse said he was keeping an eye on the place. I thought he meant he was doing it himself. I guess he meant you were. Was the estate paying you?”

“No.” Cameron appeared slightly insulted.

“Good Samaritan?”

“I knew Lilly Cavanaugh, a woman who used to live here. She was a very kind, sweet lady and she loved this house and her gardens. I figured the least I could do for her was keep up her place on the outside until someone decided to do something with it. She left the house to a niece who unfortunately never got to live here before she died.” He paused. “You must know that the niece was Lynley Sebastian, since you bought the house from her estate.”

Ellie nodded. “Did you ever meet her? Lynley Sebastian?”

“Sure. She spent some time here.”

“Really? What was she like?” Ellie’s heart skipped a beat.

“She was nice. Beautiful, even when she was sick.”

“Wait.” Ellie grabbed his arm. “She came here when she was sick?”

Cam nodded. “Not as much as she did before she got sick, but yeah. Why?”

“Just … curious, that’s all.” Ellie sought to recover. “I mean, you always saw her in magazines and on the society pages, but I don’t remember seeing pictures of her when she was sick.”

“Well, she came here, whether or not anyone was around to photograph her. I guess she didn’t publicize her comings and goings.”

Ellie tried to remember her mother leaving their home to go anywhere when she was being treated for the cancer that eventually took her life. Of course, Ellie was away at school much of the time, but still, would she have known if Lynley went away for a few days?

“Did she drive here on her own? How long did she
stay?” The questions were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

Cam looked at her curiously. “She had a driver. He’d drop her off and she’d stay for … I don’t really know how long. What’s the difference?”

“She was a famous person and she owned the house I live in. It’s just natural to be curious.”

“I guess.”

Cameron walked past her to the center of the yard. “The entire house needs a new paint job.” He turned to his right. “Now, the carriage house needs more than just paint. It needs some hefty repairs.”

She tucked thoughts of her mother aside and tried to focus on what he was saying. She stared at the old building and said, “Do you think maybe it should be taken down?”

“Are you crazy?” He turned and glared at her. “That’s a historic structure. That carriage house was built by the first lighthouse keeper when the lighthouse was built. You can’t just take it down.”

His vehemence blasted her back a step or two.

“Sorry. I had no idea this was sacred ground,” she said, no extra charge for the small amount of sarcasm.

“You can’t destroy something just because it’s inconvenient or shabby.”

“Okay, I get it. Really. I do. I’ve apologized. The lighthouse you’re referring to was out on that spit of land behind the trees?”

He nodded. “It was built in the early 1800s. Burned down twice and rebuilt each time. It came down for good in a hurricane in the 1940s.”

“But the remnants are still there,” she noted.

“Mostly just the old stone base, which no one’s had the heart to haul away. Technically, I guess it belongs to you.”

“The town doesn’t own it?”

“I think if you check your deed, you’ll see that that piece of ground is part of this tract. So yeah, it would belong to you now.”

“Wow. That’s …” She sought a word. When nothing better came, she said, “That’s very cool.”

“There used to be a dock there, too. It jutted out pretty far into the Bay, since the water is so shallow close to the beach.”

“A lighthouse and a dock. How ’bout that?” She couldn’t help but smile. It all sounded so … 
romantic
somehow.

“So anyway, you’re going to want to do something to shore up that carriage house, or make sure whoever you sell the place to understands its significance.”

“Is there a historical register here? A historical society?” Hadn’t she seen a sign somewhere for a historic district?

“Yes.” He nodded. “Someone there can probably give you whatever information you’re looking for.”

“If it’s all that historic, wouldn’t it already
be
on the register?”

“Maybe. Probably.” He started toward the house. “Let’s take a look inside and see what she needs in there.”

Ellie hustled to keep up with his much longer legs. “I’ve been spending most of my time cleaning but I still have a long way to go.” She reached the back steps a second or two after he did. He stepped aside to permit her to take the stairs first.

“There was some sort of security system installed at one time.” She pointed to the control panel on the wall in the back hall. “It’s not working, though. Jesse said it was disconnected a few years ago.”

“Kept blowing fuses. The whole place needs to be rewired, brought up to code, given a little more juice.”

“Great,” she muttered.

“Beck keeps an eye on things, though, so you don’t need to worry about break-ins.”

“Beck’s the police chief.” She nodded, remembering his visit several nights ago when a neighbor had seen lights on, and suspecting a burglary in progress, called 911. “He said a patrol car passes by the house a couple of times throughout the night.”

“Has been for years. Miss Lilly was a popular lady in St. Dennis. There’s never been a problem here, as far as I know.”

“So this is the kitchen.” She stated the obvious as they entered the big square room.

“Where to start in here? New floor, new counter-tops, new cabinets, new—”

She held up a hand to stop him. “Unless something crazy happens—like I win the lottery—it’s getting paint on the walls and the cabinets, and that’s about all. Maybe a new floor if I can swing it, which frankly I’d love to do because that color is beyond heinous and I can barely stand to look at it.”

Cam nodded and they moved into the butler’s pantry.

“Likewise in here. Paint. A new light fixture would be great but it’s not in the budget.” She pointed to the floor. “More of the same from the kitchen. It’s like it seeped under the door.” She pretended to shiver.

Cam knelt down, opened one of the cabinet doors, and poked around on the floor for a moment with a penknife he’d taken from his pocket.

“What are you doing?” she asked

“Just looking at the floor in here. Unless I’m mistaken, there’s wood under the linoleum.”

“Wood?” Her eyes widened hopefully at the thought. “Nice wood?”

Cam nodded. “Looks like heart pine to me. Very ‘in’ right now.”

“Could I rip up the floor in here to find out?” She bit the inside of her cheek for a moment. “And if it’s pine in here, might it be pine in the kitchen as well?”

“No guarantees, because I can’t see through the linoleum, but that would be my guess.”

“I’m definitely adding ‘rip up kitchen and pantry floors’ to my list of things to do.”

“How ’bout you let me know before you start? There might be some old glue on the wood, and you’re going to need to remove that very carefully.”

“You know how to do that? You’d show me?”

“Sure.” A smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“Great. Thanks.” She made a mental note to call Jesse and thank him for sending Cameron over. He moved through the swinging door into the dining room and she went along with him.

“The wallpaper in here should come down.” He turned to her. “Have you ever removed wallpaper before?”

“I was planning on just painting over it. Taking it down would be so messy.”

Cam shook his head. “Painting over it is only going to make a bigger mess in the long run. The paper’s
loose in places and I see there’s some old water damage up in that far right corner. See where it’s stained?” He pointed to the wall. “It’s all going to have to come down, Ellie.”

“So I’ll get a scraper and scrape away. It’ll give me something to do over the winter.”

“You’re going to have to spray the paper with water to loosen the old glue before you scrape. And it’s going to make a really big mess. You’re going to need to put tarps down on the floor or all those little sticky scraps of paper will be a real pain to pick up.”

“I have to do that in every room?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Ellie’s earlier enthusiasm was beginning to wane.

“I can loan you a ladder. And the sprayer, a tarp, and a scraper when the time comes.”

“Thanks,” she said more weakly than she’d intended.

He grinned and led the way across the hall to the living room.

“I always liked this room,” he said admiringly.

“I’m growing quite fond of it myself. I sit in here and read at night.” She gestured to the wall of bookshelves. “As you can see, there’s plenty of reading material to be had.”

He nodded, and for a moment, Ellie thought he was going to speak. When he did not, she added, “No TV, of course.”

“You probably have some sort of electronic device you can watch TV or movies on.”

“I do, but it’s not the same somehow as a nice big screen. Besides, there’s nothing that I watch on a regular basis and
must
see.” She shrugged. “Anyway, I’m
finding myself so tired by ten o’clock it’s an exercise just to get myself up the steps.”

“Not used to all the physical work?”

“Not by a long shot.”

“What did you do in New York, before you came here?” Cam asked.

Ellie paused before replying. “I worked in public relations.”

“Let me guess. You lost your job due to a corporate downsizing.”

“Something like that.”

“Yeah, I heard there was a lot of that going around.” She could feel his gaze on her face but couldn’t look at him. Her job was the last thing she wanted to talk about. Well, almost the last thing.

“Did you like your job?” he asked. “Were you good at it?”

“Yes, to both.”

“I figured. You don’t strike me as the type of person who’d do something you didn’t enjoy, at least not for too long. And I suspect you’d be very good at anything you decided to do.”

She tilted her head to one side, and he recognized the question in the gesture.

“Just judging by the job you’re taking on here.” His hand waved around the room to take it in. “All the furniture’s been uncovered and it looks like it’s been vacuumed. Everything’s been dusted and cleaned. It’s been a long time since this place looked like someone lived here.” He glanced at the fireplace, then did a double take. “And you found Ted Cavanaugh’s decoys. Damn, it’s been years since I’ve seen these things.” He
picked one up to admire it. “They weren’t here last time I was in. Where’d you find these?”