it?â
Jack snorted at the suggestion, but Marie wasnât so sure that Seth had been joking. He leaned a hip against the far counter, crossing his arms and scowling at his uncle, whose finger still traced the detail of the frame.
âWhere did you get this? Itâs perfect. My Rose would have loved this. She loved this island so much.â Jackâs eyes glistened, and he blinked against the pools beginning to form there.
âI got it at the antique store you told me about. Aretha Franklin, the owner, pointed it out to me, and I knew it would fit in this house.â Her hand hovered over Jackâs forearm long enough for her to take a deep breath before she risked touching him. Her skin burned at the first voluntary contact sheâd had in weeks, and she yanked her hand to her chest, cradling it there.
Seth, oblivious to the enormous step sheâd just taken, pointed his chin toward the map. âSo is that all you got? I thought you were going to look for some bedspreads.â
Twisting a finger into the collar of her sweater, she stared at the planks of the floor. âThey were a little more than I expected.â
Jack looked up from where he inspected a tract of land. âHow much?â
âBetween six and eight hundred.â She managed a swift breath. âEach.â
âI told you the antique store was a waste.â Sethâs words bit so hard they nearly broke her skin. Even though he addressed his uncle, the reprimand was clearly for her. âWe donât have time or money to throw away on frivolous knickknacks.â
She reached into her pocket, pulled out all the money Jack had given her, and held the bills out to him. Sethâs jaw went slack.
âClose your mouth, boy, or youâll start catching flies.â Jack shot him a hard look. âAnd keep it closed unless youâve got something constructive to add to this conversation.â
âAretha gave the map to me. Itâs kind of a welcome-to-the-neighborhood gift, but I promised that if we need any other antiques for decorating the inn, weâll look at her store first. And there were so many interesting things there. We can easily find one or two key pieces for each room in the house. Our paint colors and linens will accentuate them. For example, this silver frame would pop against a dusky blue, so we should look for that when itâs time to repaint the dining room.â
Jack lifted his brows just enough to tell her he knew she was teasing him about the green walls, but he said only, âWell done.â
Something sparked in her chest, but she couldnât quite name it. Sheâd found just the right piece to start, and Jack approved. Perhaps it was just pride in a job well done, but somehow this felt different than graduating with honors from Wharton with her MBA or winning a high school swim meet.
What sheâd done mattered to someone. It was more than bragging rights to his buddies or closing another deal.
The inn mattered to Jack. And to Seth.
Maybe she was a part of that. Because it mattered to her too.
âAnd I saw these sheetsâbeautiful antique linens.â
âFor this B and B?â Seth cocked his head like sheâd almost certainly lost her mind.
She waved her hand to stall his train of thought. âThey were hanging with the quilts, and there was a gorgeous embroidered monogram. R. D. I. And I thought . . .â She shrugged, not sure where she was going or at all how to get there. âI thought the name of the inn should be simple. Straightforward.â
âThe Red Door Inn.â Jackâs eyes turned misty.
Goose bumps erupted down her arms as her gaze locked with his. He heard the same ring of rightness in the three simple letters.
âVery well done, young lady.â
âAnd the bedspreads? What are we going to do about those?â Sethâs questions ripped her from the cozy world of mattering. âAs far
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