His Second-Chance Family. RaeAnne Thayne

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СКАЧАТЬ of loss pinched at her again as she imagined Abigail out here in the garden, her big floppy straw hat and her gardening gloves and the tray of lemonade always waiting on the porch.

      “Years ago,” she answered, then was compelled to elaborate.

      “Every summer my family rented a house near here. The year I was ten, my brother and I were running around on the beach and I cut my foot on a broken shell. Abigail heard me crying and came down to help. She brought me back up to the house, fixed me a cookie and doctored me up. We were fast friends after that. Every year, I would run up here the minute we pulled into the driveway of our cottage. Abigail always seemed so happy to see me and we would get along as if I had never left.”

      The other woman smiled, though there was an edge of sorrow to it. Julia wondered again how Sage had ended up as one of the two new owners of Brambleberry House after Abigail’s death.

      “Sounds just like Abigail,” Sage said. “She made friends with everyone she met.”

      “I’ve been terrible about keeping in contact with her,” Julia admitted with chagrin as they walked into the entryway of the house, with its sweeping staircase and polished honey oak trim. “I was so sorry to hear about her death—more sorry than I can say that I let so much time go by without calling her. I suppose some foolish part of me just assumed she would always be here. Like the ocean and the seastacks.”

      The dog—Conan—whined a little, almost as if he understood their conversation, though Julia knew that was impossible.

      “I think we all felt that way,” Sage said. “It’s been four months and it still doesn’t seem real.”

      “Will said she died of a heart attack in her sleep.”

      “That’s right. I find some comfort in knowing that if she could have chosen her exit scene, that’s exactly how she would have wanted to go. The doctors said she probably slept right through it.”

      Sage paused and gave her a considering kind of look. “Do you know Will, then?”

      Julia could feel color climb her cheekbones. How foolish could she be to blush over a teenage crush on Will Garrett, when the man he had become obviously wanted nothing to do with her?

      “Knew him,” she corrected. “It all seems so long ago. The cottage we rented every year was next door to his. We socialized a little with his family and he and my older brother Charlie were friends. I usually tried to find a way to tag along, to their great annoyance.”

      She had a sudden memory of mountain biking through the mists and primordial green of Ecola National Park, then cooling off in the frigid surf of Indian Beach, the gulls wheeling overhead and the ocean song a sweet accompaniment.

      Will had kissed her for the first time there, while her brother was busy body surfing through the baby breakers and not paying them any attention. It had just been a quick, furtive brush of his lips, but she could suddenly remember with vivid clarity how it had warmed her until she forgot all about the icy swells.

      “He was my first love,” she confessed.

      Oh no. Had she really said that out loud? She wanted to snatch the words back but they hung between them. Sage turned around, sudden speculation sparking in her exotic, tilted eyes, and Julia could feel herself blushing harder.

      “Is that right?”

      “A long time ago,” she answered, though she was certain she had said those words about a million times already. So much for making a good impression. She was stuttering and blushing and acting like an idiot over a man who barely remembered her.

      To her relief, Sage didn’t pursue it as they reached the second floor of the big house.

      “This is the apartment we’re renting. It’s been vacant most of the time in the five years I’ve lived here. Once in a while Abigail opened it up on a short-term basis to various people in need of a comfortable place to crash for a while. Since Anna and I inherited Brambleberry House, we’ve kept Will busy fixing it up so we could rent out the space.”

      Will again. Couldn’t she escape him for three seconds? “Convenient that he lives close,” she said.

      “It’s more convenient because he’s the best carpenter around. With all the work that needs to be done to Brambleberry House, we could hire him as our resident carpenter. Good thing for us he likes to stay busy.”

      She remembered again the pain in his eyes. She wanted to ask Sage the reason for it, but she knew that would be far too presumptuous.

      Anyway, she wasn’t here to talk about Will Garrett. She was trying to find a clean, comfortable place for her children.

      When Sage opened the door to the apartment, Julia felt a little thrill of anticipation.

      “Ready to take a look?” Sage asked.

      “Absolutely.” She walked through the door with the oddest sense of homecoming.

      The apartment met all her expectations and more. Much, much more. She walked from room to room with a growing excitement. The kitchen was small but had new appliances and what looked like new cabinets stained a lovely cherry color. Each of the three bedrooms had fresh coats of paint. Though two of them were quite small, nearly every room had a breathtaking view of the ocean.

      “It’s beautiful,” she exclaimed as she stood in the large living room, with its wide windows on two sides that overlooked the sea.

      “Will did a good job, didn’t he?” Sage said.

      Before Julia could answer, the children came into the room, followed by the dog.

      “Wow. This place is so cool!” Simon exclaimed.

      “I like it, too,” Maddie said. “It feels friendly.”

      “How can a house feel friendly?” her brother scoffed. “It’s just walls and a roof and stuff.”

      Sage didn’t seem to mind Maddie’s whimsy. Her features softened and she laid a hand on Maddie’s hair with a gentleness that warmed Julia’s heart.

      “I think you’re absolutely right, Miss Maddie,” she answered. “I’ve always thought Brambleberry House was just about the friendliest house I’ve ever been lucky enough to live in.”

      Maddie smiled back and Julia could see a bond forming between the two of them, just as the children already seemed to have a connection with Conan.

      “When can we move in?” Simon asked.

      Julia winced at her son’s bluntness. “We’ve still got some details to work out,” she said quickly, stepping in to avoid Sage feeling any sense of obligation to answer before she was completely comfortable with the idea of them as tenants. “Nothing’s settled yet. Why don’t the two of you play with Conan for a few moments while I talk with Ms. Benedetto?”

      He seemed satisfied with that and headed to the window seat, followed closely by his sister and Sage’s friendly dog.

      Her children were remarkably adept at entertaining themselves. Little wonder, she thought with that echo of sadness. They had spent three years developing patience during Maddie’s endless СКАЧАТЬ