Avery ran over, more flowers graced the tables, the mantels, even the deep windowsills in The Dining Room. Tables and chairs stood in The Courtyard and on the porches, while indoors, fires simmered in hearths.
At one point, Avery ran through with trays of food while Hope—in jeans and a sweatshirt—signed for delivery of the rental dishes and glassware.
“I’ll be back,” Avery told her. “One of my crew will bring the rest, then more as we need it.”
“We’re right on schedule. Carolee just went home to change.”
“I’m going to do that, but I’ll be back—an hour tops.”
“Take your time,” Hope assured her in her ready-steady way. “We’re good.”
“Why am I nervous? It’s not my inn.” On a dash, Avery streaked out and back across the street.
In fifty-five minutes, overnight bag in hand, feeling smug at her early readiness, she found Hope setting up a bar. And wearing a killer red dress.
“You’re dressed! You look amazing. It’s not fair. I hate you again.”
“I timed it out. I didn’t want to have to run up and finish putting myself together once the Montgomerys got here. Which is any minute.”
“I was supposed to be ready first. It’s annoying.”
“Live with it.” Eyebrows arched under spiky black bangs, Hope gestured. “I might point out you’re wearing two different shoes.”
“Which ones do I go with?” Testing, Avery heel-toed it, did quick pivots. “I can’t decide. Plus the dress is wrong, isn’t it? It’s gray.”
“It’s not gray. It’s moondust. I love the sparkle on the bodice. Where did you get those sapphire shoes? I want them.”
“I bought them last year in a weak moment. I haven’t worn them yet. I wasn’t sure if—”
“Yes, you are. I’ll tell you what’s annoying. Your feet are a full size smaller than mine. Otherwise, I’d take you down for those shoes. I still might.”
“Blue shoes it is. Can I put this stuff, including the rejected black pumps, in your place?”
“Go ahead.”
“I’ll be right down, give you a hand.”
She slipped out of both shoes, ran upstairs in her bare feet. She left the bag, the shoes inside Hope’s door, put the blue ones back on.
Since the door to The Penthouse stood open, she wandered into its rarified air. Flowers spread under the windows in the parlor, stood on the floating counter in the bath, with more in the bedroom. Everything shimmered and gleamed.
She couldn’t imagine what the Montgomerys felt, not when she felt such pride and satisfaction, and she’d only watched it evolve. And added a little elbow grease.
She walked down, letting her hand trail on the iron banister.
Wanting more, she walked down to Nick and Nora. She’d stay here tonight, she thought, with Owen. In that beautiful bed, with the scent of flowers, the sparkle of crystal.
They’d make love here, in the crystal dark, the first ones to reach for each other in this room. She thought it a kind of magic.
She turned at the sound of footsteps, smiled at Owen.
“I was just thinking about you, and there you are. And handsome, too.” So handsome in his dark suit, with a tie—that magic again—almost the same color as her dress.
“You keep surprising me, Avery.”
Her smile warmed. “Tonight calls for some style, and we’re definitely stylish. I was thinking how you and your family must feel. It must be amazing because I feel so proud and happy, and I didn’t do anything.”
“Yes, you did. You hauled, fed, cleaned. You helped us get Hope.”
“You’re right; I did. And I put that sparkly floor lamp together solo.” She gave one of its drops a light flick. Her eyes sparkled nearly as brightly. “Pretty major.”
“I think so. I have something for you.”
“For me?”
“Something to thank you for everything you did to help us get here tonight.”
“A present?” On a sound of surprise she stepped toward him. “I didn’t do anything for presents—even considering lamp assembly—but I do love presents. So I’ll take it. Hand it over.”
He pulled a little box out of his pocket—then took the wrapping she ripped off, balled it up while she lifted the lid.
“Oh. Oh, God, it’s beautiful.”
The little platinum key hung on a thin chain fired with tiny diamonds.
“I saw it, and thought, that’s it. It’s symbolic. The key to Inn BoonsBoro. Anytime you want to use it.”
“That’s beautiful, too, the thought of that. Thank you. Thank you,” she repeated, leaning in for a kiss. “I love it. My first diamonds.”
“Really? They’re pretty puny.”
“No diamond is puny. I want to wear it now.”
“I’ll help you out.” He moved behind her, working on the clasp. She reached a hand up to the little key, studying them both in the silver-framed cheval glass.
Then lifted a hand to the one he laid on her shoulder.
She couldn’t find words, not when she saw the way they looked together, reflected in the mirror.
The flutter came again when his gaze met hers. Then something new, a slow steady beat that spread out, spread through her until she felt it even in the soles of her feet.
“Owen.” Whatever she might have said, could have said, slipped away when she saw the shadow in the glass. “Owen,” she repeated.
“Yeah, I see.”
She swallowed. “What do you see?”
“Her. Elizabeth.”
“I see a shadow. A silhouette.”
“I see her. She’s smiling, but she has tears in her eyes. She . . . Is she waving? That’s—no, showing me her hand. Her left hand. A ring. It’s red—the little stone in it.”
“A ruby?”
“I don’t think—it’s darker, I guess.”
“A garnet?”
“Maybe. Yeah, maybe. An engagement ring?”
In his head he heard it, soft as a wish.
“Did you hear that?”
“No. I smell the honeysuckle, I see the shape of her, I guess. Or did,” Avery said when the shadow faded. “What did you hear?”
“She said his name again. Billy.”
Avery turned. “A ring, an engagement ring, you said.”
“That’s just a guess.”
“She showed you the ring, then you heard her say his name. I’m betting engagement ring. She and Billy were going to get married. We have to find him for her, Owen.”
The urgency in her voice as she turned, gripped his arms, surprised him. “I’ll do what I can.”
“Such a long time,” Avery murmured. “Such a long time to hold on.”
It gave her hope, she realized. Hope that love really could matter most. Matter enough to last.
“I haven’t had a lot of time to try to pin it all down, which is probably why I haven’t gotten anywhere yet. I’ll have more after tonight. And we’ve got to get downstairs. We’ve got the ribbon-cutting thing in about twenty minutes.”
“I told Hope I’d be right down to help, and I got distracted.” She laid a hand on the key again. “Thank you, again.”
“Looks good with the dress.” He brushed her shoulder absently. “Go ahead. I’ll be right down.”
He wanted a moment, just another moment, and alone walked down to Elizabeth and Darcy. “I’m sorry. I’ve
