Love in Bloom. Arlene James

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СКАЧАТЬ pushed her glasses up. “I guess I am, at that.”

      Miss Mars stuck her nose to the window of Lily’s shop, asking, “What are in those big boxes in there?”

      “Glass shelving.”

      “You’ll have to put it together, I expect,” Tate stated, and Lily nodded. “You have the tools for it and everything?”

      She blinked behind those round glasses. “Uh, not exactly.”

      Not exactly. Tate shook his head. He supposed he’d better show up tomorrow morning prepared to get those shelves together for her.

      “I have to get my girl home to bed,” he said, carrying his daughter to the truck.

      Lily called out her thanks as he belted Isabella into her seat. Already thinking about what he would need to bring with him in the morning, he shut the truck door, walked around and got in behind the wheel. He’d be more comfortable about the whole thing if Lily Farnsworth looked less like a fetching, ballet-dancing librarian and more like Miss Ann Mars, but Tate was not one to shirk his responsibilities, no matter how much he might want to.

      * * *

      Looking up from the half-finished shelving unit the next morning, Lily tilted back her head to peer through her glasses and the thick beveled glass insert of her shop door. She’d already hung a little brass bell over the heavy green door, and it tinkled pleasantly, evoking a smile even before she recognized Tate’s tall, muscular figure. He carried a heavy, somewhat battered metal toolbox at his side. Pushing back the bill of his faded red cap, he stared down at her, his frown at odds with the dimples in his cheeks.

      “How’d you get that together without tools?”

      She lifted a screwdriver with one hand and a pair of pliers with the other, wishing she’d worn jeans instead of baggy leggings and a cute top instead of this shapeless, oversize T-shirt. Then again, when was she ever really at her best?

      “Miss Ann had a few things out back of her shop. We dug around out there after breakfast, although I have to tell you, I think she knows exactly where to find every item in the place.”

      “Huh.” He set down the heavy toolbox and parked his hands at his belt, brown to match his round-toed boots.

      “Where’s Isabella?” Lily asked, getting up off the floor and dusting off her behind with both hands, though earlier she’d swept the finely refinished wood floor with a broom that she’d picked up at the This ’N’ That.

      “With my folks.”

      “Ah.” Not with her mother then.

      He glanced around at the spring green walls. The short wall in the back had been painted a rich scarlet. He pointed at the unpainted counter. “You didn’t specify what color you wanted that, so the contractor just left some cans of paint in the back.”

      “I’m thinking lavender,” she told him, “with the logo and name of the store on the front. I can freehand it later.”

      “Really? You can just grab a paintbrush and do that by hand?” He lifted an eyebrow skeptically. “Okay, if you say so. What about the humidifiers?”

      Confused, Lily shook her head. “They don’t need painting.”

      “I mean, have you decided how to fasten them down? State code requires it. Better let me take care of it now. Where do you want them?”

      “Hmm, the one in the work area needs to be in the back corner facing this direction.” She held up her hands to demonstrate how she wanted it to face, and he went off to take care of it while she continued to work on the shelving.

      Fifteen minutes of scraping and drilling later, he was back in the front of the shop and ready to tackle the display unit there.

      “Where do you want this one?”

      She pointed to the corner. He shoved the humidifier easily into position, but then she changed her mind. For a good half hour after that, he shoved the thing around from one spot to another, finally winding up right back where they’d started.

      “I’m sorry. I—I just wasn’t certain.”

      He shrugged, and got out his drill. “Better to be sure.”

      They worked in relative silence, the buzz of his power drill the only sound. Every once in a while, a vehicle rolled down the street, stopped at the four-way stop sign and went on its way. People walked along the sidewalk, looked in the windows, smiled and waved, then walked on. Lily wasn’t gregarious enough to go out and introduce herself, but she smiled and waved back. After receiving a couple calls on her cell phone from friends in Boston, Lily realized that the reception wasn’t great, so her next call was to the telephone company to order a phone package for the shop and apartment, including land lines and cell service. The representative promised to send someone out the very next day for installation and activation.

      Tate packed up his toolbox and prepared to leave, saying he had work out at the farm to get done. “Will you be okay here on your own?”

      “Of course. I’m meeting Miss Mars for lunch in a little while. Then I’ll be back here getting ready for the opening.”

      “That’s good. I don’t suppose you’ve met any of the other business owners yet.”

      “Uh, no. I imagine they’re all doing what I’m doing, getting ready for the Grand Opening on Monday.”

      Tate nodded. “Well, if you need anything, let me know.”

      Lily smiled and nodded, wishing it was that easy. How many times had she heard her sister, Laurel, say that it was a simple matter of just asking for what you wanted? Lily could never make her outgoing younger sister understand how difficult such a thing was for her.

      “Thank you for your help.”

      “It’s what I’m here for.”

      “Say hi to Isabella for me.”

      “Sure.” He opened the door, the jaunty little bell ringing cheerily, and paused. Looking back over his shoulder, he said, “Look, this isn’t Boston. Things move slower here, and there aren’t as many conveniences, but the town wants this to work as much as you do. Just give it a chance.”

      She nodded, and her glasses slid down her nose. “Of course. It’ll come together.”

      “That’s the spirit,” he told her.

      She pushed up her glasses and put on a smile. He went out, leaving her alone. Lily grabbed a screwdriver, and went back to work. Miss Mars came by with a bologna sandwich for lunch, and the two women chatted about some outdoor furniture that Miss Mars thought might make suitable living room furnishings for Lily’s apartment. Lily promised to think about it, but then she fixed her mind on arranging supply bins in the workspace behind the scarlet wall so she could start unpacking her boxes and cases. Miss Mars left her to it, and Lily got to work.

      When her bell tinkled again, she spun about, expecting Miss Mars or Tate. Someone else stood in the open doorway, however, a slender, petite woman of about sixty. Her short silver-gray hair had been styled to softly frame the strong features СКАЧАТЬ