Grace immediately felt defensive. ‘He showed me heaps of drawings. It’s obvious he knows what he’s talking about.’
‘GRACE!’ Annabel shrieked down the phone. ‘For God’s sake – he’s about to knock down a wall in your home. Unless you want the whole ceiling to come crashing in, then I suggest you ask to see some references. Honestly, what are you thinking?’
Grace was relieved she hadn’t told Annabel that it was Ben they’d seen in the pub last Saturday, being unceremoniously told to leave. However, she knew her sister had a point. She had agreed to let Ben do the job without being thorough. She had been grateful to find someone so easily, someone who talked like they knew what they were doing, and who could be left to get on with it.
‘Grace, are you listening to me?’ Annabel was saying. ‘Before you let that man into your cottage with a large hammer, I want you to ask him for some background information. References, qualifications, experience – and I mean
Grace knew Annabel would never leave her alone until she’d agreed – or, worse still, would phone their parents. So there was little option but to say, ‘Fine, I promise.’
Ben was at the door soon after breakfast. Grace waited as he wandered around downstairs making notes, then began to study the wall that divided kitchen and lounge. Millie sat on the floor, inspecting him closely.
‘As I suspected, solid stone,’ he said. ‘I’ll check upstairs, but I don’t think it’s load-bearing. I can always put a beam in for extra support if needs be.’ He looked at the furniture. ‘Anywhere we can move this to?’
Grace thought for a moment. ‘I suppose we could stack it in the cellar.’
‘Well, you can leave that to me. If you clear those shelves in the corner and pack away everything in the kitchen, then I’ll cover it all up and get cracking. I plan to have the wall down by Thursday, and spend Friday clearing up. It might not be pretty over Christmas but you’ll have a lot bigger area, and you’ll be able to think more about what you might do with it next… Does that sound good to you?’
As he waited for her reply, Grace knew it was now or never. ‘Ben, I’m sorry, I know I should have asked you this earlier… Do you have any references or qualifications you can show me?’
He looked surprised rather than offended. ‘I’m really sorry, Grace, but I don’t have anything with me. You know that I’m house-sitting, and I’m a long way from home right now. I can reassure you that I once worked as a labourer, even though it’s been a while, and I’m a qualified architect. However, I can’t actually prove anything without troubling people to go into my empty house and send me documents.’ He sighed. ‘I completely understand why you’re asking, but it might take me a while to get these things to you… particularly with Christmas around the corner. Would you rather find somebody else? I understand if you want to – it might be better for your peace of mind?’
Grace’s thoughts raced as he stood waiting for her answer. What should she do? The possibility of going back to square one appalled her, particularly when everything had fallen so easily into place. It was Annabel who was worried, after all. Ben might be reticent, but Grace felt she could trust him with the cottage – he had already done far more than she had asked, for no apparent reason other than to help her out.
‘I’d still like you to do it,’ she said decisively.
‘Okay then.’ Ben picked up his coat. ‘You’re putting your faith in me, I appreciate that, but you’ve got nothing to worry about.’
As he spoke, Millie pulled herself up against the sofa and tried to reach Ben’s papers. ‘No Millie,’ Grace said, hurrying over, but Millie ignored her and snatched them, flinging them aside and watching as they floated to the ground.
Grace began picking them up, and Ben joined in. As they got to their feet, Grace handed over those she’d collected, and caught Ben’s eye. They were standing far too close, and he was looking at her so directly that a shiver ran through her.
‘Do you have any more questions before we get started?’ His voice was a deep susurrant burr.
Grace stepped back. ‘No, I don’t think so.’
‘Then I’ll be over tomorrow.’ He moved past her, heading for the door.
Grace saw him out and went back to Millie. As they began to play together, she found that, now he’d gone, numerous questions were running through her mind, but few were to do with the cottage.
13
At five o’clock on Wednesday, Grace strapped Millie into her car seat, and drove the short distance to Meredith’s house. She felt a little cowardly for not walking, but it was already pitch black outside, and the wind was up. Part of her wished she hadn’t agreed to this meal, but in some ways it was perfect timing. The kitchen was unusable – if she had stayed in it would have been toast or sandwiches for tea.
The downstairs living area of Hawthorn Cottage was now a shambles. Amazing, Grace thought, that things which took so long to construct were so easily returned to chaos. She had spent the previous night clearing out the lounge and kitchen, and it hadn’t taken Ben long to move the furniture down to the cellar when he’d arrived first thing. She had left him to it, and taken Millie on a drive around the moors, thankful for the current mild weather. They had found a small teashop in a sleepy village where the lady owner was very taken by Millie, carrying her around and showing her an assortment of trinkets and knitted teddy bears.
‘You on your holidays?’ she’d asked Grace while putting her tea and scone on the checkered tablecloth.
‘Something like that,’ Grace replied.
‘You should come back and see the moors in’t’ spring,’ the woman said. ‘They’ve hidden their secrets away now, till the snow’s passed and the thaw comes.’
The whole afternoon had been so genteel that Grace felt less troubled as she made her way to Meredith’s front door. Millie was wide awake, which was making Grace a little nervous, remembering Meredith’s attitude towards Millie on Sunday. Grace had brought a bag of toys with them, hoping they would be enough to keep her daughter amused for a while.
When she reached the door, it swung open before she even had the chance to knock. ‘Come in,’ Meredith said, ushering them both out of the cold. They could hear Pippa barking in another part of the house.
Grace followed Meredith through to the dining room. The curtains to the picture window were open, but night had fallen and there was nothing to see beyond them this time, not even a light on the horizon or a star in the sky.
‘Thank you so much for inviting us again.’ As Grace looked around, she noticed that the table was less extravagantly furnished this evening, with only two place settings. ‘Is Claire here?’ she asked, her spirits waning at the thought of trying to make conversation with Meredith on her own.
‘No, Claire’s gone to collect Jenny and bring her home for Christmas,’ Meredith replied. ‘All my girls will be here this year – although Veronica, my eldest, is staying in Ockton. This place is big, but it’s not large enough for her brood and everybody else as well.’
As Grace set Millie down on the floor, Meredith asked, ‘So what are you doing for Christmas?’
‘My sister will be here,’ Grace replied while giving Millie the bag of toys.
‘That’s good. Christmas is a hard time to be alone. Well, I’ll go and dish up – back in a moment.’
Grace began to play with Millie, showing her the toys, though it was obvious that Millie wanted to crawl away and begin investigating this interesting new space. Grace glanced around the softly lit room, with its thick chintz curtains and polished furniture. Everything looked precisely positioned, as though she had found herself on a stage set rather than in someone’s home. She wondered if this room was singled out and kept pristine for entertaining, or whether the whole house was like this. Judging by how well Meredith had looked after Grace’s cottage, it was probably the latter, she thought.
She heard footsteps getting louder, and then Meredith reentered the room, carrying two plates piled high with food. ‘Come and sit down,’ she said. ‘I’ve managed to borrow a high chair, so you can bring Millie over. Will she eat some roast chicken?’
‘It might be messy,’ Grace warned, picking Millie up, wondering if Meredith had found the high chair especially
