The Perfect Hope Part 32

"You were used to him. You cared for him."

"I was, I did. Looking back, I see it was the whole package. The place, Jonathan, the people. I considered his sister one of my closest friends. She wasn't. I thought I was where I belonged, and the lifestyle ... It was a good one. Or it was on the surface. It's hard to admit it was all surface."

"How can you see that when you're in it?"

"By looking." She sighed. "Even realizing, admitting, seeing it all, and him, for what it was, he completely stunned me by suggesting we go back to how it was-with benefits including some sort of pay scale."

"p.r.i.c.k."

"Oh, at least. Once I calmed down enough, I called my mother and ranted to her for nearly an hour. He was always so charming to my mother, to my family. That mattered to me. She supported me when it all went to h.e.l.l, but I know she had this soft spot for him. Until I unloaded on her. She was madder than I was when I'd finished."

"I think your mother and I would get along just fine."

"You would. Coming here in his Versace suit and Hermes tie, with his honeymoon tan still glowing, and telling me I'm unfulfilled here, out of place here, how I should come back to the Wickham-at a substantial raise-and to him. How he'd take care of me. a.s.shole."

"a.s.shole's a compliment next to the word I'm thinking."

"I never thought I'd feel sorry for Sheridan-his wife. But I do."

"Hold on. Didn't she rub your face in it? Didn't she, knowing full well he'd been involved with you, come into your office and tell you she wanted you to run point on planning her wedding at the hotel?"

"Yes, she did." Hope's eyes narrowed as she drank. "Yes, she d.a.m.n well did. Scratch feeling sorry for her. They deserve each other."

"I'd say they do. I'm glad Ryder came along in time for you to do some nose-rubbing of your own."

Hope met Justine's amused eyes, sipped slowly. "You heard about that, too?"

"Ear to the ground, honey. Always."

"I guess I didn't think Ryder would mention it to you. It doesn't seem like the sort of thing he'd bring up."

"I heard it from another source, then poked him in the ribs about it. And about the second rendezvous."

"It wasn't a ... You heard about that, too."

"Small-town ways. If you kiss a man in a parking lot, somebody's going to catch wind."

And she'd thought she'd rolled into the rhythm of those small-town ways. She supposed she still had a bit to learn. "Obviously. I understand if you'd prefer I don't-or we don't-get involved on that level. I-"

"Why would I prefer that?" Justine arched her eyebrows. "You're both grown-ups."

"He's your son. I'm your employee."

"I love my son. I love him enough to believe he can and should make his own decisions, choose his own way. I love this inn-not as much as my boys, but it's up there. I wouldn't have put anyone in charge of it I didn't believe in, I didn't care about. Anyone I didn't respect and trust to make her own decisions. If you and Ry decide to get involved, on any level, that's your choice."

She paused, her smile blooming. "I've seen the sparks, honey. I've wondered what the h.e.l.l the two of you were waiting for."

"I wasn't sure we even liked each other. I'm still not entirely sure."

"I'm prejudiced, but I'd say there's a lot to like on both sides. You'll figure it out. And if it just turns out to be s.e.x, you'll both enjoy yourselves."

"That's something I didn't expect to hear from an employer, or the mother of a man."

"I'm Justine first. Now that we've settled that, is there any inn business we need to go over before I go poke my nose in the bookstore to make sure Clare's taking care of herself and my new grandbabies?"

"Speaking of that first, would it be all right to have the baby shower here? I know we wouldn't have it until into the fall, but if that's a go, I want to set up the date and block it."

"I think that's perfect. You let me know what I can do to help."

"You could stay over. You, Clare, Avery, Clare's mom, Carolee. There'd be room for three more if Clare wanted."

"A baby shower followed by a Girls' Night? Better than perfect. Count me in. Just give me the date when you set it up with Clare. We could do the same with Avery's wedding shower."

"I was hoping you'd say that. G.o.d, it's going to be so much fun."

"I think Lizzy wants to make sure she's invited."

"I didn't notice," Hope said as she caught the scent of honeysuckle. "Sometimes I don't. It's just part of the place. Or she is."

"That means you're comfortable with her."

"I am. I'm waiting for some information from a cousin who's doing a biography on Catherine Darby. And I've reached out to the school, to the head librarian, hoping they may have some letters or doc.u.ments archived. Trying to find her Billy with so little isn't moving very well."

Frustration eked through. When you had a job, a task, a duty, you got it done. Finding she couldn't, at least not expediently, left Hope itchy.

"I wish she'd tell us-one of us-more. The last name, something. She spoke to Owen. I keep waiting for her to speak to him again."

"Who knows what barriers there are between her plane and ours? I like to think she'll tell you what she can, when she can."

"Me?"

"You're with her more than any of us, and she's your ancestor," Justine pointed out. "Have any of the guests mentioned anything?"

"I had one woman who said she heard music in the middle of the night, and thought she smelled honeysuckle. She woke up not feeling well, couldn't get back to sleep. So she went to The Library for a book. And when she was in there reading, she heard music."

"Interesting."

"She thought she'd dozed off, dreamed it. I'm not sure she didn't, as music hasn't been part of Lizzy's repertoire before."

"It wouldn't surprise me if she branched out. I need to get out of your way. You get me those dates, and I'll mark them down in indelible ink."

"I will."

Hope rose with her, walked her to the door. They stood a moment, watching the men work across the lot.

"The first time I saw Tommy Montgomery he was up a ladder working, his shirt off. I was starting my brand-new job, and I wanted to be so professional, so dignified. And I saw him, and thought: Oh my G.o.d." Laughing a little, Justine laid a hand on her heart. "That was the end and the beginning for me."

"I wish I'd had a chance to meet him. Everyone who speaks of him speaks so well."