Page 46 of This Heart Of Mine (Chicago Stars 5)

Molly gave him a reproachful gaze. “Roo sticks close to home.”

“Too bad.”

“Well, I’m off! There’s a list of guests and dates on Judith’s computer. The Pearsons should be here any time. They’re bird-watchers.”

Kevin turned pale beneath his tan. “Guests? What do you—”

“I had Amy freshen up Judith’s old room for you, the one your parents used. The other bedrooms are rented.”

“Amy? Wait a—”

“Amy and Troy Anderson, he’s the handyman. They just got married, even though she’s only nineteen and he’s twenty. I don’t know why they were in such a hurry.” Charlotte reached back to untie the apron. “Amy’s supposed to take care of the cleaning, but they’re so gaga over each other that they’re worthless. You’ll have to keep after them.” She handed the apron to Molly. “It’s a good thing you’re here, Molly. I never was much of a cook, and the guests are complaining.”

Molly stared down at the apron. Kevin shot forward as the older woman began to walk away. “Wait a minute! The campground’s closed. All the reservations were canceled.”

She regarded him with disapproval. “How could you even think to do that, Kevin? Some of these people have been coming here for forty years. And Judith spent every penny she had sprucing up the cottages and turning the house into a bed-and-breakfast. Do you have any idea how much it costs to advertise in Victoria magazine? And that Collins boy in town charged her almost a thousand dollars to set up a Web site.”

“A Web site?”

“If you’re not familiar with the Internet, I suggest you look into it. It’s a wonderful thing. Except for all that porno.”

“I’m familiar with the Internet!” Kevin exclaimed. “Now, tell me why people are still coming here after I closed the place down.”

“Why, because I told them to. Judith would have wanted it. I kept trying to explain that to you. Do you know that it took me nearly a week to get hold of everyone?”

“You called them?”

“I used that E-mail, too,” she said proudly. “It didn’t take me long to get the hang of it.” She patted his arm. “Don’t be nervous, Kevin. You and your wife will do just fine. As long as you put out a nice, big breakfast, most people are happy. The menus and recipes are in Judith’s blue notebook in the kitchen. Oh, and get Troy to look at the toilet in Green Pastures. It’s leaking.”

She headed off down the lane.

Kevin looked sick. “Tell me this is a bad dream.”

As Mrs. Long disappeared, Molly watched a late-model Honda Accord turn into the lane and head toward the B&B. “As a matter of fact, I think you’re wide awake.”

Kevin followed the direction of her gaze and swore as the car stopped in front of the B&B. Molly was too tired to stand any longer, so she sank down on the top step to watch the entertainment. Roo yipped a greeting at the couple who came up the sidewalk.

“We’re the Pearsons,” a thin, round-faced, sixtyish woman said. “I’m Betty and this is my husband, John.”

Kevin looked as if he’d taken a direct hit to the head, so Molly replied for him. “Molly Somerville. This is Kevin, the new owner.”

“Oh, yes. We heard about you. You play baseball, don’t you?”

Kevin sagged against the gas lamppost.

“Basketball,” Molly said. “But he’s really too short for the NBA, so they’re cutting him.”

“My husband and I aren’t much for sports. We were sorry to hear about Judith. Lovely woman. Very knowledgeable about the local bird population. We’re on the trail of Kirtland’s warbler.”

John Pearson outweighed his wife by nearly two hundred pounds, and his double chins wiggled. “We hope you’re not planning on making too many changes in the food. Judith’s breakfast spread is famous. And her cherry chocolate cake…” He paused, and Molly half expected him to kiss his fingertips. “Is afternoon tea still at five o’clock?”

 

; Molly waited for Kevin to respond, but he seemed to have lost the power of speech. She cocked her head at them. “I have a feeling tea might be a little late today.”

Chapter 9

Daphne lived in the prettiest cottage in Nightingale Woods. It sat off by itself in a great grove of trees, which meant she could play her electric guitar whenever she wanted and no one complained.

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