The Tea Shop on Lavender Lane. Sheila Roberts

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      But that was exactly what Bailey needed right now. It seemed she was no longer able to run her own life.

      “I’ll call Cec. You start packing. Okay?”

      Bailey had so wanted to make a success of her catering business. She’d had everything all planned. She’d begin as a caterer to the stars and move from there into having her own restaurant and becoming a star herself, a celebrity chef with restaurants in L.A. and Vegas. That dream was dead.

      “We’ve all missed you,” Samantha said. “You belong in Icicle Falls. Come home.”

      Home. Suddenly, that was the sweetest word in the English language. Her family would dress her emotional wounds with encouragement and wrap her in love, and she desperately needed a dose of love.

      She sure wasn’t feeling it in L.A. “Get me out of here as soon as you can,” she said. Dorothy was right. There was no place like home, and the sooner Bailey got there, the happier she’d be.

      * * *

      “Todd, I don’t know what we’d do without you,” Millie Halverson said, handing Todd a glass of iced tea.

      He took it and wiped his sweaty brow. “Aw, Mrs. H., there you go, swelling my head again.”

      “I don’t think that’s possible,” the old woman said with a smile. “I really do appreciate you coming over to help me. That lawn is too much for me with my darned hip.”

      Not just the lawn—the whole house, he thought, but he didn’t say anything. Sadly, the time would come soon enough when the Halversons would have to admit defeat and give up the place. And now that her husband had had a stroke, Todd expected it was imminent. So far, the Halversons had been holding on with all their might.

      He didn’t blame them. It was a great old place. And talk about a perfect location. The house was on a street that was now zoned commercial, and it sat right around the corner from the block the locals called Foodie Paradise, which housed everything from Sweet Dreams Chocolates and a spice shop to Bavarian Brews, the town’s favorite coffee shop.

      Once upon a time this had been a neighborhood filled with families raising their children, but the families had moved on. Some had left during the years the town was struggling economically; others had relocated farther out when Icicle Falls began to prosper, building bigger houses in other parts of town, selling their places to businesspeople anxious to open shops and take advantage of the tourist boom.

      Like his house, this one had been around for at least a century and was showing its age. Over the past couple of years, since he’d gotten to know the couple, he’d done some minor repairs, but the kitchen needed updating and the whole place needed painting. Although Todd had offered to do that, Millie and Mike had declined. He suspected it was because of money and had wanted to pay for the paint, but they’d still said no. Hard to accept help, even from someone who’d become a friend.

      “If we’d had a son, I’d have wanted him to be just like you,” Millie said.

      Too bad his old man wasn’t around to hear that. He looked at her in mock surprise. “I’m not?”

      She smiled at him, shaking her head. “You’re such a cutup. But I do want to talk to you seriously when you’re done. If you’ve got a minute.”

      “For you? Of course.” She nodded briskly and hobbled into the house, while he went back to mowing her lawn, wondering what she wanted to talk about.

      He found out half an hour later when he’d finished, and she invited him inside to sit on her worn, blue velvet sofa.

      “Mike and I have been talking. We think it’s time for assisted living, for both of us.”

      “Aw, crap.” They’d wanted to stay in this place until they died. Not practical, of course, but Todd still felt bad for them.

      He remembered how his grandpa had fought the whole business of aging, tootling around in his Caddy, trying to take out half the population in his small town. After Gramps had run a stop sign and T-boned a truck, Mom had finally convinced him to turn over his car keys, but it had sent him into a depression that lasted for three months. The only thing that pulled him out was getting rides to the senior center from the widow down the road who drove a 1950 MG. Cruising around in a sports car with a sexy seventy-year-old had eased the pain.

      What was going to ease the pain for the Halversons? They didn’t have any kids. All they had was each other, and with Mike barely recovering in the nursing home, Todd wasn’t sure how long that would last.

      “We were hoping you might like to buy the house,” Millie said timidly.

      Just what he needed—another old Victorian to fix up.

      She must have seen his hesitation. “We’ll give you a good deal.”

      “Millie, I don’t want to screw you guys over. But, well, I’ve got a place.”

      “I know,” she said. “But only last fall you were talking with Mike about finding some more business investments. And this is commercially zoned.”

      Except that he couldn’t see himself setting up some fussy little shop. “Aw, Millie, I appreciate the offer but...”

      “Prime location. You could rent it out to someone wanting to have a shop.”

      Of course, she was right. He’d be a fool not to scoop this place up. “What do you want for it?”

      The number she gave him was pathetically low. Good Lord, did the woman have no idea what property values were in Icicle Falls these days? “Uh-uh. I’m not out to steal from you.”

      “Well, then, make me an offer.”

      He did.

      She shook her head. “Too high.”

      He had to laugh. “Mrs. H., you do know that this isn’t how you do a real-estate deal? The idea is to get the most money you can.”

      “You’ve been awfully good to us since Mike had his stroke—even before. We’ve talked it over and we’d like to help you a little.”

      “You’ll need that money,” he said. “Assisted living isn’t cheap.”

      “We have money, dear,” she told him. “We just need to unload this house.”

      Yeah, right. Who did she think she was kidding? He named another figure, and she countered. At last he threw out a final number he thought he could live with. It was still a bargain, but at least not so much of a steal that he’d feel like a robber. “And that’s my final offer.”

      She nodded. “Done.”

      “Do you want to talk to your husband about my offer?” Not that Mike could talk so well these days.

      “No, I have power of attorney. Anyway, we’ve already discussed this. He’ll be relieved. I’ll have our lawyer draw up the papers. If you can arrange financing, we can get this settled pretty quickly.”

      “There’s no rush,” he assured her.

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