The Bride Next Door. Winnie Griggs

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      Chapter Three

      Daisy paused when she saw that Mr. Fulton wasn’t alone. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were busy.”

      Mr. Fulton’s visitor turned, and she smiled in recognition. “Mr. Barr! How nice to see you again.”

      Adam executed a short bow. “The pleasure is mine. I understand you’ve decided to take up residence in our fair town. Let me add my welcome to the others I’m sure you’ve already received.”

      Now this welcome seemed genuine. “Thank you. I’m looking forward to setting down roots here.” The idea of finally having a permanent home was more than enough to carry her through all the work ahead of her.

      “I’m sure I speak for my wife as well as myself when I say we’d be pleased to have you join us for supper one evening when you’re available.”

      Her cheeks warmed in pleasure. “Why, thank you. I’d like that.”

      “Be sure to let me know if you need help getting settled in.” Then Adam turned back to Everett. “It’s time I headed home. I’ll be back tomorrow, same time as usual, to see if you’ve figured out your next move.” He tipped his hat her way. “Enjoyed seeing you, Miss Johnson. Good day.”

      Once he’d departed, Daisy felt her smile grow a bit more forced.

      Which was totally unfair. After all, Mr. Fulton had been more than kind to her last night—in his own way, of course. But it was hard to remember that kindness when his disapproving demeanor reminded her so much of her grandmother.

      “I don’t allow animals in my office,” he said stiffly.

      He certainly wasn’t making it easy for her to remember his kindness. “I gave him a bath out by the stream this morning.” She did her best to keep her tone light. “And I assure you he’s very well-behaved. So he won’t leave tracks on your floor or bother any of your things.”

      “Nice to know, but I still don’t allow animals in here.”

      She sighed, then looked down at Kip. “You heard the man, boy. You’ll have to wait outside.” She opened the door and, meeting the animal’s gaze, tried to smile reassuringly as she pointed to the sidewalk. Kip, tail drooping, slowly exited. “I won’t be long.”

      She turned back to Mr. Fulton and had to rein in the urge to glare outright.

      But he apparently had no idea what she was feeling because he wore that infuriatingly condescending look on his face.

      “You talk to that animal as if he understands you,” he said.

      “Because he does.” She lifted her chin. “If not the words, then at least the feelings behind them. Dogs are smarter than most folks give them credit for.”

      Mr. Fulton strode forward. “I trust your foot is better this morning?”

      The thoughtful question put her more at ease. “Yes, thank you, good as new.” Then, remembering her reason for coming over, she thrust out the broom. “I wanted to bring this back in case you were needing it. I sure appreciate you loaning it to me. There was a wagonload of dirt that needed sweeping out of that place.”

      He accepted the cleaning implement and set it against the wall. Then he waved her to a chair in front of his desk. “So you’re finished cleaning.”

      If only that were true. “Afraid not. It’s going to take more than one day to take care of all that needs doing. But I made a good start.” She took the seat he’d indicated.

      “I saw you heading out for a walk this morning,” he said as he took his own seat. “Checking out what our town has to offer?”

      Had he been spying on her? “Actually, I went out and gathered up the materials to make my own broom. There’s still a lot of cleaning to do, and I didn’t want to wear yours down to a nub.” She smiled. “Besides, me and Kip needed to get out in the fresh air and sunshine for a bit after stirring up all that dust and dirt this morning.”

      He raised a brow. “You’re making a broom.”

      Why did he sound so surprised? “It’s not difficult. The hardest part is finding a stick that’s straight enough and sturdy enough to serve as the handle.” She’d learned to be resourceful, not to mention frugal, in the time she’d spent traveling with her father.

      Then she remembered the other reason she was here. “I spotted some dewberry vines out behind the schoolyard when Father and I were here before.” She smiled, pleased with herself. “’Course, most of them won’t ripen for another week or so, but there were some that were ready to pick. I gathered up a bunch and they made for a right tasty breakfast.”

      Something flickered in his expression, but she couldn’t quite read what it was. Not that it mattered. She handed him the cloth-wrapped bundle. “And I brought you some, as well.”

      He didn’t seem particularly eager as he accepted her gift.

      “I assure you that wasn’t necessary,” he said. “All I did was loan you a broom.”

      “And brought me supper last night.” Daisy watched him unwrap the cloth. “Anyway, it’s not much. But they are quite tasty.” She didn’t believe in not returning favors. “Thank the good Lord there’s a plentiful crop of them this year.”

      He stared at her offering for a moment without saying anything. Was something wrong?

      “It’s quite kind of you,” he said, finally looking back up. “But shouldn’t you keep them for yourself?”

      Was he feeling sorry for her? That wouldn’t do at all—she wanted friendship and respect, not pity. “Don’t you like dewberries?” She couldn’t quite keep the starch out of her tone.

      “I don’t believe I’ve ever tasted them. It’s just—”

      “Then it’s settled,” she said firmly. “I can pick more when they ripen—the vines are thick with them.”

      Looking for a way to change the subject, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Do you have any idea what sort of business used to be in my place?”

      “I haven’t a clue. Someone who’s been in Turnabout a lot longer than I have could probably tell you.”

      That confirmed something she’d already guessed. “So you’re not from around here?”

      He spread his hands. “I’ve only settled here recently. I lived in Philadelphia before that.”

      “Philadelphia. That’s over on the east coast, isn’t it?”

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