ever-lovinâ door!â
Lydia would have taken a step back, but Micah blocked her. The door swung open and a wrinkle-faced old woman in a wrinkled, faded housedress, bare legs, andâof all thingsâmenâs boots with no laces, stood scowling in the opening. She fixedLydia with a harsh glare. âYeah, missy, what do ya want? I ainât buyinâ nothinâ, if yer sellinâ.â
Micah leaned over Lydiaâs shoulder. âMrs. Flannigan, me old darlinâ, I wouldnât dream of sellinâ you a thing.â
The womanâs face lit when Micah came into her view. To Lydiaâs amazement, she even preened, lifting her hand to touch the frizzy gray curls above her left ear. âAh, Micah, mâboy. Didnât see ya there in the shadows. What can I be doinâ for ya today?â
Micah tipped his head to indicate Lydia. âThis is Miss Lydia Eldredge, a friend of mine from Boston. Sheâs here in New York on business, and she needs a place to stay.â The woman shook a ferocious finger at Micah, her blue eyes snapping. Micah rushed on. âNow, you know Iâm not suggestinâ she stay with me, Mrs. Flannigan. You know me better than that!â The womanâs face relaxed, the warmth returning to her faded blue eyes. âBut I was wonderinâ if Kelseyâs apartment was rented yet. Thought perhaps she could stay there. Might be only a day or two, but Iâd pay for the whole month.â
Lydia shot him a startled glance. She hadnât intended for him to pay her room bill!
Mrs. Flannigan scratched her knobby, whisker-dotted chin. âWell, now, Micah, ya know Iâve got a waitinâ list for that apartment. Could call today anâ have it filled, just like that.â She snapped her bony fingers. Then she tucked her chin downward with a flirtatious smile, causing her double chin to triple. âBut, for you, mâboy, Iâll put off that call for a day âr two. Yer friend can stay.â Finally the womanâs smile swept to include Lydia.
âI thank you, Mrs. Flannigan. Youâre a real darlinâ, ye are!â
Lydia never expected to hear an Irish brogue combined with a Texas twang. Her ears might never recover.
âNow, can I be trustinâ you to get Lydia settled? Iâve got some business I must attend to.â
Lydiaâs heartbeat increased its rhythm. He wasnât going to leave her here with this crusty old woman, was he?
Micah dropped the suitcase by Lydiaâs feet, touched her back lightly, and whispered, âYouâre in good hands with Mrs. Flannigan. Turn in early, rest well, and Iâll take you along to the clinic with me tomorrow morning. Weâll talk there.â After a broad wink in Mrs. Flanniganâs direction, which caused the woman to titter like a young girl, Micah spun on his heel and dashed out the door.
Lydia propped a hand on her hip. She turned to Mrs. Flannigan, who still wore a glow from Micahâs attention. The older woman sighed, patting the soiled bodice of her dress, then glanced in Lydiaâs direction. She gave a start, dropping the hand and fussing with a torn corner on her pocket in a self-conscious gesture.
âYes, well, come along now, Miss . . . Eldredge, did ya say? From Boston, eh? I imagine yer tired from yer journey. Mrs. Flannigan will take good care oâ ya, yes she will. Grab yer case there, mâdear, anâ follow me.â The older woman herded Lydia to the staircase and began grunting her way upward, tugging at Lydiaâs hand.
Lydia followed, but she looked between the stairway railing toward the doors where Micah had disappeared. How she wished she knew what business had caused such a state of urgency.
10
M icah hoped Lydia would forgive him for dumping her on his landlady, but he knew Mrs. Flannigan would get her settled in. He chuckled, fondness for the older woman warming his chest. She was a
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