and heâll be laid up all winter. So youâd be doing me a favor.â
Jack looked thoughtful. âThat is a very tempting offer. Are you sure? I didnât get in touch with you to freeload.â
Take the house!
I silently cheered. Selfishly, I wanted him near me. And this place was beautiful.
âYouâre not freeloading if I suggest it. And if you want to earn your keep, you can paint the upstairs bedrooms. Iâll leave a list of projects Iâd like done, howâs that?â
âOh, so
youâre
taking advantage of
me
.â He laughed. âGladys Montgomery, youâve got yourself a deal.â
A self-satisfied smile appeared on her face. She reminded me of Sophie, who always got what she wanted too. âNow go get back to work, you two. Iâll take care of the dishes.â
We worked methodically, finishing up the wrapping and packing. The display cases sat empty, looking forlorn. I thought about Mr. Montgomery and hoped he was happy that his lifeâs work was going to a museum where the collection could be studied and cared for properly.
Now that the work was done but for carrying out the boxes, I had a moment to examine some of the framed photographs on the wall above the cases. Most were eight-by-tens and five-by-sevens, all black-and-white and framed in a mishmash of styles. Monty, at least I assume it was Monty, had been a handsome fellow, with fair hair and sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. In one of the pictures he had one of those arms thrown around the shoulders of alovely woman with dark hair. I looked closer. It had to be Gladys. I smiled. They looked so happy.
Jack took a stack of boxes and carried them out.
Gladys came from behind and stood next to me. âHe was a good man,â she said.
âHe must have been,â I agreed.
âOf course, our families didnât want us to marry.â
I looked at her with surprise. âWhy not?â
âWell, I came from a large family. We were poor, but we got by. Monty came from money and they didnât think I was good enough for him. His mother was a Bloodworth.â
âA Bloodworth?â The name meant nothing to me.
âOne of the old families in these parts. Not that Monty ever saw any of their money. He, and his father before him, were self-made men.â
I glanced around. My eyes came to rest on the Remington bronzeânot exactly priceless, but worth a good chunk of change. The house and land were probably worth close to a million dollars by now.
Jack came back in for another load. âMy ears are burning. Are you two talking about me again?â
âWouldnât you like to know?â Gladys said sweetly.
Jack dropped a kiss on Gladysâs head. âIâm glad Iâm taking you up on the offer to move in here for the winter. Itâs quite a bit nicer than my digs over the Suds-a-Rama. And quieter too.â
She seemed delighted. âWonderful! Thanks to you, I wonât have to go to the trouble of shutting up the house. Move your things in anytime.â
Jack turned to me. âAre you ready, Georgie? We should get going.â
I gave Gladys a hug. She was such a sweet woman. âThank you for lunch, Gladys.â
She waved her hand. âYouâre very welcome. It was a small price to pay for your lovely company and your help with Montyâs collection. Itâs a relief to have that taken care of.â
âAnd thank you again for the recipes. I canât wait to start looking through them.â
We piled into the boat and motored back to Bonaparte Bay. When we were just passing the Edgewood Resort, my cell phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the screen. Spiro. What could my almost-ex want? I remembered Iâd promised to find him a cook. Well, if that was what he was calling about, I had nothing to say. Iâd call him back later.
At the dock we unloaded the boxes into Jackâs car. Brenda
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