The View From Alameda Island. Robyn Carr

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      Sylvie looked at Lauren. “The Brumfields are getting up there... Aren’t we all... And they have a single-story home in Sausalito. They didn’t have any interest in a two-story anything, their knees are giving out. So they put the garden on the roof! And they have a lift! They sit up there any evening the weather will allow. It’s gorgeous! They have gardeners tend their roof!” Sylvie laughed. “They have a patio on the ground floor as well, nice pool and all that. But that rooftop garden is like their secret space. And the house is angled just right so it’s private. From there they have an amazing view.”

      “There’s a hot tub,” Beau said. “And a few potted trees in just the right places.”

      “Really, if the Brumfields had more friends, you’d be famous!”

      “They have you,” Beau said.

      “Oh, I’ve known Lois since I was in college. She’s outlasted most of my family!” Then she looked at Lauren. “Church?”

      Lauren laughed. She put Beau’s drinks on the table she stood beside. “I stopped to see the gardens at Divine Redeemer Catholic Church—they’re beautiful. And they’re right on my way home. Beau was replacing a few plants. I thought he was the groundskeeper.” She made a face at him.

      “I love the grounds and I’ve known the priest there for a long time,” Beau said. “I gave them an updated design and got them a discount on plants.”

      “Do you have a card, Mr. Magellan?” Sylvie asked.

      “I do,” he said. He pulled one out of his inside jacket pocket. “And please, call me Beau.”

      “Thank you,” she said, sliding it into her slender purse. “And of course, I’m Sylvie. Lauren, the weather is getting nice. If I give you a call, will you come to my house, have lunch in my garden? Just you and me?”

      “I would love that,” she said. “Please do call! I’ll bring you a plant!”

      “I’ll call. Very nice meeting you, Beau. Excuse me please. I have to try to say hello to people.”

      And that fast she was gone.

      Lauren looked at Beau. “What am I going to do with you? Met me at church, did you?”

      “In a manner of speaking,” he said. “Seeing you here is even more startling.”

      “We’re big supporters,” she said. “See that bald guy over there? With Andy? My husband.”

      “Hm,” he said. “He’s friends with the host? Andy Emerson?”

      “He believes so,” she said. “Like I said, big supporter. Do you play golf?”

      “I know how,” Beau said. “I don’t know that you could say I play, in all honesty.”

      “That’s right,” she said, laughing. “You read psychology. And fish. And garden.” She glanced at the drinks. “Should you get those drinks back to your table?”

      “They weren’t dehydrated last time I looked. They’re signing up for auction items.”

      “It’s possible we have friends in common,” she said. “My brother-in-law is an Oakland cop. I remember a fatality a couple of years ago.”

      “Roger Stanton,” Beau said. “Did you know him?”

      She shook her head. “Did you know him?”

      “No, but the boys know the kids. You’ll have to ask your brother-in-law...”

      “Oh, Chip knew him. Even though it’s a big department, they’re all friends. It was heartbreaking. I’m so glad his daughter is a recipient.” She nodded toward the drinks. “You should probably get those drinks back to your wife...”

      He shook his head. “She’s not here tonight. I brought my boys, my brother and sister-in-law and a friend.”

      “But not your wife?” she asked.

      “Pamela finds this sort of thing boring and the friend I brought is a guy. But I don’t find things like this boring. So tell me, what are you doing Tuesday?”

      “What are you doing?” she asked.

      “I’m going to check on the plants, maybe hoe around a little bit. H-O-E,” he specified, making her laugh. “I’m going to put some bunny deterrent around. See how things are doing. I like the plants to get a strong hold before summer. Do you think you’ll want to be uplifted by flowers?”

      “You’re coming on to a married woman,” she said.

      “I apologize! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’ll get out of your space,” he said, picking up the drinks.

      “I might check out the plants,” she said. “Now that I’m pretty sure you’re not a stalker or serial killer.”

      “Oh Jesus, do I give off that vibe?” he asked, sloshing the drinks over his hands again. “I’m going to have to work on my delivery!”

      “You sure don’t give off the waiter vibe,” she said, lifting a napkin from the table to assist him.

      Just then, Brad was at her side. “We’re down in front, Lauren. Don’t make me come looking for you.”

      “I know. Brad, this is Beau Magellan, a landscape designer. A friend of Sylvie’s.”

      Brad’s black eyebrows shot up. “Oh? Maybe we’ll have you take a look at ours.” He put out a hand to shake, once he heard there was an Emerson connection, but Beau’s hands were full of drinks. They were wet besides.

      “Oh. Sorry,” Beau said, lifting his handfuls clumsily.

      “Okay,” Brad said with a laugh. “Another time. I’ll save you a seat,” he said to Lauren.

      “Sure. Be right there.” She looked back at Beau, a mischievous smile playing at her lips.

      “You’re a liar, Lauren,” Beau said.

      “I’m sorry.” She laughed. “It was irresistible. I hope we run into each other again, Beau. Now if there’s anything left in those glasses, get them to your table.”

       CHAPTER TWO

      Lauren knew she’d be going to the church gardens on Tuesday after work even though she thought it could be foolhardy. Becoming attracted to a man was not a part of her plan. In fact, it could be a major inconvenience. But she liked him. She liked that he read a lot and wanted to talk about what he’d read. She enjoyed how flustered he was meeting Sylvie. She adored the way he sloshed the drinks he carried. And it moved her that he was there to support a scholarship recipient who’d lost her father.

      Of course he was СКАЧАТЬ