The Chesapeake Diaries Series (265 page)

The sound of car tires out front drew her attention. Sophie straightened up, hoping to see a black pickup parked next to her SUV, but instead of the truck, there were two sedans, one on either side of her car. She opened the door and stepped out just as Brooke, Steffie, and Vanessa hopped out of one and Lucy Sinclair Madison and Ellie hopped out of the other.

“We came to help,” Brooke told her. “Jesse said you could probably use a few extra hands this morning, so we thought we’d come over to see what you need.”

Ellie handed her a cardboard container of coffee and a small white bag. “We thought we’d bring you a little something from Cuppachino. There’s a strawberry pecan muffin in the bag. Brooke made them this morning, and I for one can attest to their deliciousness.”

“Thanks so much,” Sophie said, one hand on her heart. She’d never expected anyone to offer help, not even Jesse. That the women she was still getting to know wanted to pitch in touched her. “I appreciate the coffee and the muffin, but really, you don’t need to …”

“Of course we don’t. But we’re happy to,” Vanessa
assured her. “We all own our own businesses and we all know how hard it is to pull everything together, especially if you’re on your own, the way most of us were when we first started.”

“Besides, we heard this was going to be the new ‘in’ place in St. Dennis, and we wanted to be able to say we knew it when,” Lucy added.

“Guys, this is so nice of you.”

“Then invite us in and show us around.” Brooke took Sophie’s arm, and the others followed them into the dining room.

“I was just starting to paint the chairs,” Sophie explained.

“They look fabulous. So much better in black,” Ellie noted, and the others nodded their agreement. “Good call.”

“I’m debating on whether to paint the tables to match or some other color,” Sophie said.

“The lines are very clean and simple,” Steffie noted. “I’d think maybe white. Two coats of the most durable white you can find.”

“I think maybe you’re right,” Sophie agreed. “I’ll need a trip back to the hardware store. I only bought black.”

“What color for the walls? And what kind of artwork? Window treatments?” Lucy grilled her.

The questions continued as Sophie showed them around the kitchen.

“These dishes aren’t bad at all.” Brooke opened a cabinet and took out a plate. “I think under all the dust, they’re all plain white.”

“White plates on a white table?” Ellie asked.

“Black place mats,” Lucy said.

“Could work.” Ellie turned to Sophie. “Didn’t you say you wanted some photos to enlarge to hang in the dining room?”

“I thought old photos of my grandmother and her friends would be just the thing, since I want to showcase St. Dennis here.”

“Black-and-white photos on that big wall out there would be awesome.” Brooke nodded. “We have some photos of the farm from back in the 1940s when my grandparents had it, if you’re interested in seeing those.”

“I’d love to. Especially since I’ll be buying eggs and some produce from Clay.”

“My mom has lots of photos from the inn over the years,” Lucy said.

“The Inn at Sinclair’s Point is a St. Dennis landmark,” Sophie noted. “I’d love to include a few of those if your mother doesn’t mind.”

“She won’t mind,” Lucy told her. “Just don’t be surprised when she shows up with her notebook and camera in hand. When I told her what you were doing, she got so excited. You know she’s going to want to write about it for her paper.”

“Anytime.” Sophie thought about all the free publicity a well-timed article might generate. “I’d love to have her come after we’re finished with the renovations.”

“Maybe we can have Mom do before-and-after articles. That would certainly draw interest to your place.”

“Thanks for your ideas, guys. I appreciate it.”

“Now, what can we do?” Ellie asked. “Put us to work.”

“Jesse said you’d be in the office this afternoon by two, so let’s get on with it. We can talk décor while we work,” Brooke said.

“I’ll take the dishes out of the cupboards and wash them,” Lucy volunteered. “I’ll stack them out here on the counter and you can sort through them and see what you can use and what you need to replace.”

“That would be great, Lucy. Thanks.”

“I can help Lucy.” Steffie followed Lucy into the kitchen.

“I can help paint,” Brooke told her.

“Me, too.” Vanessa stepped up.

“What can I do?” Ellie asked.

Sophie stopped to consider what else needed to be done right away.

“What are you calling the restaurant?” Ellie knelt to look at the sign Cameron had stood against the wall the day before.

“Blossoms,” Sophie told them.

“Blossoms.” Ellie turned to her. “After your grandmother, my great-aunt, and Violet?”

Sophie nodded.

“I love it! Does Violet know?” Ellie stood, her hands clapped together.

“Not yet.”

“I won’t let on, then.” Ellie promised. “But we need to scrape
Walsh’s
off that front window and paint the new name on. I can do that. I’ll just need a razor blade to get the old paint off. What color do you want to use for the new name?”

“I hadn’t thought about it. I wanted to repaint the old sign, and I had a new logo in mind.”

“Let me see.”

Sophie pulled her notebook from her bag.

“Just the three stems of flowers, tied together with a ribbon.” Sophie held up her sketch. “Not very artistically done, but I think you get the idea.”

“I like it.” Ellie nodded. “I like it a lot. Mind if I play with the design? It would look great on the sign and on the window, and you could use it on the menus as well. I did some design work when I worked in PR.”

“Ellie’s great-grandmother was a famous artist.” Vanessa had been leaning over the counter, listening. “Her mother was a painter, too.”

“I had no idea,” Sophie said.

“My mother actually did have a lot of talent, much more than I, though she didn’t pursue it as much as she should have. Time ran out on her, I guess. She stopped painting when she got sick. I can paint a little, but I’m not in her league, nor that of my great-grandmother.” Ellie handed the notebook back to Sophie. “But I’d love to work on that design for you.”

“Be my guest.” Sophie tucked the notebook away. “Did your great-grandmother live in St. Dennis?”

“Most of her life. She had to use her maiden name on her work because my great-grandfather thought it was scandalous that she would sell her paintings and make money from them.” Ellie smiled. “She left a fortune in artwork in that house on Bay View Drive. Fortunately, my best friend knows art—she owns galleries here and in Europe—and she knew the work right away. Carly—my friend—has them all now, and she’s cleaning them and preparing them for exhibit.”

“So are you going to let your friend sell all those
Carolina Ellis paintings that you found?” Vanessa asked.

“I have mixed feelings,” Ellie admitted. “On the one hand, Carly tells me that the money those paintings could fetch would be phenomenal, especially if someone wanted the entire collection. On the other hand, I didn’t know my great-grandmother, and all I have of her are those paintings and her journals, so I don’t know. Fortunately, I don’t have to make a decision now. I told Carly she could display them after they’ve been restored. She’s been a really good friend to me, and for her to have an exclusive would be good for her business. But sometimes I think maybe the paintings should stay in St. Dennis.” Ellie shrugged. “Cam and I are doing okay with his contracting business, so I don’t feel inclined to make an immediate decision on selling them.” She slapped her hands together. “But right now, we have other work to do. I’m going to run out to the hardware store and see if I can find some good razor blades to start on those windows. I can pick up the white paint for the tables while I’m there.”

Over the next few hours, the women worked at their tasks, interrupted only when someone thought of a funny story to share, or when a song came on the radio that they all chimed in on. Occasionally a song would play that enticed them all to momentarily abandon their work and dance fever would break out. By the end of the morning, the chairs were all painted and the dishes sorted into piles of “stay” and “go.” The previous owner’s name had been scraped from the front window, and Ellie had begun to sketch the new design onto the glass.

“If you’ll trust me with the sign, I’d like to take it home with me to work on,” she told Sophie.

“Sure. Go for it.”

“Just promise me that if you don’t like the way it looks, or if you don’t like the way I’ve interpreted your design, you’ll say so. I swear, you won’t hurt my feelings,” Ellie told her.

“I promise. I’m excited to see what you’ll come up with.”

“It’s ten minutes till one,” Brooke announced from the kitchen doorway. “If Sophie’s going to be at work by two—and trust me, Jesse will notice—I think we should knock off, drive into town, and grab some lunch.”

“Great idea,” everyone agreed.

“Who’s minding your businesses?” Sophie asked.

“My mother is at the bakery, and Vanessa and Steffie both have full-time employees,” Lucy told her. “I don’t have another wedding at the inn until next weekend, so I was able to take a day off. And Cam gave Ellie the day.”

“I appreciate all the help, I really do. Please give my thanks to everyone who made this possible.” Sophie felt almost overwhelmed by the gestures of friendship that had been offered that morning.

“It’s the least we can do,” Steffie told her as they all gathered their bags and Sophie turned off the lights. “We can’t wait till you open. We’ve been needing a nice place to meet for lunch. I just know that Blossoms is going to be just the thing.”

Agreeing to meet up with the others for a quick bite at the Crab Claw just outside of town, Sophie locked the doors and got into her SUV, then fell into line
behind Vanessa and Lucy. Having something to take her mind off her disagreement with Jason had been welcomed, but as she passed by his property she felt the pang in her chest return. She hated not talking to him, but at the same time, she wasn’t sure how to resolve the problem, or if there even was a resolution. Of course, he did have every right to put whatever he wanted on his property, whether she liked it or not. So far, it appeared he wanted those piles of dirt to stay right where they were.

She sighed heavily as she stopped for the stop sign. Who’d have thought that her new romance would be derailed by a pile of mushroom soil?

Jason watched the women stream out of the building next door and disappear into the cars that were parked out front. A moment later, Sophie came out and locked the front door before getting into her SUV and falling in line with the small caravan that exited her side of the parking lot. It seemed that half the women in St. Dennis had shown up at Sophie’s place and they’d all come to work. Nice that she had such support from her friends.

He called to the workman who was loading mulch onto a truck to meet him at the Enright property on Old St. Mary’s Church Road, then peeled out of the parking lot. He was running late and hated to keep Curtis waiting. Of course, thinking about Curtis only made him think about Sophie. As if he needed something else to call her to mind. It seemed he couldn’t think of much else lately.

Curtis was at the end of the drive, not bothering to
hide the fact that he was waiting for Jason’s truck to pull in.

“Someone dropped off a load of trees,” Curtis said by way of a greeting. He pointed toward the middle of the yard. “I don’t think they’re the trees we talked about.”

“Well, then, let’s take a look.” Jason dropped out of the cab and accompanied Curtis across the lawn. The mole tunnels were gone, he noticed, making a mental note to remind the contractor to send in his bill.

“See, we asked for pines.” Curtis stood in front of the stand of balled and burlapped evergreens. “These don’t look like pines to me.”

“They’re not pines,” Jason told him. “These are blue spruce, and these taller ones are cryptomeria.”

“I thought we ordered all pines,” Curtis insisted.

“No, you decided you didn’t want pines. You wanted something different, you said.”

“I did?” The old man looked momentarily confused.

“You did,” Jason assured him. “But if you’ve changed your mind, and you just want pine trees here, I can send these back and put in another order.”

“What do you think?”

“I think these are going to look just fine. Especially the cryptomeria. They grow really tall and will provide nice privacy.”

“Why do I need privacy?”

“Well, you said you wanted to block the view from the river.”

“Oh. Well, I suppose those tall trees will do that.”

“They will.” Jason nodded, trying to conceal his
alarm. Curtis was usually really sharp, not at all confused the way he appeared now. It wasn’t just that he claimed to not remember having ordered those particular trees, it was the look of bewilderment that gave Jason pause.

“I should keep them, then.”

“Let’s look over the bed where they’re going to be planted, and you can tell me where you’d like each of the trees to go. Why don’t we go into the house, and we’ll draw up a plan?”

“All right.” They’d taken a half-dozen steps toward the house when Curtis grabbed Jason by the arm and said, “Say, did you tell me that you bought a lot from Hal Garrity down on River Road?”

“I did. That’s home base for my business now.”

“Did you know that my Sophie is buying the old Walsh place?”

“I believe she already has.”

“Well, then, that makes you neighbors.” Curtis was beaming, as if that were a good thing. Jason supposed that under other circumstances, it would be.

“Yes, it does.”

“I suppose it would be an imposition of me to ask you to keep an eye on her.”

“Excuse me?”

“Young girl out there in that damn-near-abandoned building all by herself. Anything could happen.”

“I think Sophie can take care of herself, Curtis.”

“She thinks she can. Thinks she wants to run a damned restaurant. A restaurant! Wants to be a cook, for all that’s holy! She’s a lawyer, damn it. An Enright lawyer in St. Dennis. That means something. What the hell does it mean to be a cook?”