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Chapter Five

By the time Cam had set the brake and hopped down from the wagon, Nora was already out the door. Fool woman, why couldn’t she let a body help her every once in a while?

He waved her back to the house and she stopped short. Frowning at him, she turned and dashed back to shelter.

He reached under the wagon seat and grabbed the oilskin coat he’d brought with him, then marched over to meet her. “Here, Ben sent this for you to use. It’ll keep you drier than that bit of wool you’re wearing.”

Her eyes widened and her lips pinched into a straight line. No doubt she was unhappy with his tone. But there was a hint of appreciation in her eyes, as well. “That was very thoughtful of Ben.” She didn’t sound convinced that it had been his deputy’s idea. Then she motioned him inside. “Come in off the stoop while I put this on.”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to track inside your house. Besides, I won’t get much wetter than I already am.”

She sighed, as if she were dealing with a stubborn child. But she didn’t comment. Instead, she reached for the coat.

But Cam was having none of that. Instead he shook out the folds, stepped a little closer and held it up to assist her into it. After only the slightest of hesitations she allowed him to do so.

He was just being polite, he told himself. And if he happened to enjoy the fact that the action brought him close enough to brush a hand against her neck, to inhale the scent of cinnamon and flowers that seemed a part of her, well, that was just incidental.

Once the coat was wrapped around her, Nora turned to offer him a smile. “Thank you.”

He cleared his throat. “Here.” He handed her a fair-sized square of the oilcloth. “I didn’t think you’d want to wear one of Ben’s hats, but this will work almost as well. Just tie it over your headgear.”

She took it without protest, quickly folded it into a triangle and covered her head, bonnet and all, tying it firmly under her chin.

That was one thing he liked about Nora, she didn’t put on airs or complain. Good qualities to have in a housekeeper. And a friend.

He was relieved to note Grace wasn’t anywhere in sight. It saved him the trouble of convincing her that the baby should stay inside on a day like today. “Glad to see you had enough sense not to take Grace out in this.”

She nodded and he saw her worry at her lip a moment. “Agnes offered to take care of her and I couldn’t turn her down.”

He gave her an approving smile. “No reason why you should. It’s about time you let Grace out of your sight for a bit.”

She immediately stiffened and crossed her arms over her chest. “Of course I’m protective of her. That poor child was abandoned once already in her short life. I want to do all I can to make certain she feels loved and secure with me.”

It seemed he’d gotten her back up yet again. He raised his hands, palms out. “I wasn’t criticizing. It’s obvious how much you love that little girl and I’m sure you’re doing a fine job caring for her. It’s just rare that I see you without Grace nearby.”

Nora’s feathers seemed a little less ruffled at that. “It’s just for today.” She glanced back over her shoulder. “You don’t think watching Grace will be too much for them, do you?” She’d lowered her voice so that it didn’t carry back to the kitchen.

He smiled. “They’ll be fine.” Then, wanting to reassure her further, he added, “And if it makes you feel better, Agnes worked as a nanny for some very prominent families in Boston for a number of years. I hear she was quite good at her job.”

Some of the tenseness left her shoulders. “That’s good to know.” She gave a sheepish smile. “I suppose you think I’m being foolish.”

“I’d never dare think such a thing,” he said with mock seriousness. He was pleased when his teasing added a little spark to her expression.

Cam took the hamper from her and offered her his arm. “The ground is slippery,” he said by way of explanation. “Ready?”

She nodded and took his arm. He could almost believe the no-nonsense Miss Murphy was suddenly shy. Almost.

They crossed to the wagon quickly, dodging puddles along the way. Cam made note of a number of maintenance issues that would need seeing to in the coming days.

He helped her climb onto the wagon and, once she was settled, handed up the hamper and then sprinted to the other side. As he took his own seat he saw her pull the coat more tightly around her. The sudden urge to draw her closer—to protect against the elements of course—surprised him.

He cleared his throat. “Sorry there’s no cover on this wagon. I’m afraid even with the coat you’ll be damp by the time we get to town.”

She didn’t seem concerned. “It appears to be letting up now. And a bit of soft weather won’t hurt me.”

“Soft weather?”

“Back in Ireland, when the weather turned all misty and damp, which was quite often, we’d say we were having a soft day.”

There was a faraway look in her eyes, as if she were seeing her homeland in her mind. He flicked the reins, wordlessly directing the horse to turn the wagon back toward town. “Do you miss it much? Ireland I mean?” He kept his tone causal but he found himself tensing as he waited for her answer.

She seemed to consider his question a moment before speaking. “It’s my birthplace and I have a lot of fond memories of growing up there.” She grasped the seat on either side of her and leaned slightly forward. “Ireland will always be a part of who I am. But near the end of our time there, there was so much sorrow and pain, so much loss and uncertainty, that I’m grateful to be here and have this chance for a fresh start.”

She flashed him a smile so full of hope and promise that it took his breath away. “Only yesterday I was thinking how nice it was that this place—both Faith Glen and the cottage itself—already feels like home to me.”

Her words warmed him, made him sit up taller.

Not that he read anything special into them. He was merely glad to know his housekeeper was happy here.

Cam brushed that thought aside and changed the subject. “Oscar Platt over at the livery has a wagon and horse for sale that I think might be just right for you. He’ll have it ready for you to look at after lunch if that’s agreeable.”

Her brows drew down. “I thought I’d said to find me a pony and a cart.”

Was she going to be stubborn about this? “I think the horse and wagon will work out better for you in the long run,” he said patiently.

But she wasn’t appeased. “Sheriff Long, I understand that you think you always know what’s best, but I’ll have you know I have been making my own decisions for quite some time now.”

He shook his head. No matter how many times he asked her to call him Cam, she insisted on using the more formal title of his office. But he did admire her spirit. “I’m sure you have, but that’s not the point. Oscar owes me a favor and he’s offering a good deal on the animal, which I am willing to pass on to you. You won’t find a better value for your money anywhere.” He raised a brow. “Unless you’re so set on a pony and cart that you’re willing to do without while you search for one? I suppose I can continue to worry about the Coulters for another few days.”

She clamped her lips shut at that and they rode along in silence for a little while. When she finally spoke again, she surprised him by changing the subject. “I’d like to ask your opinion on a matter I’ve been mulling over the past few days.”

So, she wanted his opinion on something, did she? And from her tone it was something of import to her. Best not to read anything into that, though. No doubt she turned to him because he was her boss and the town sheriff—an authority figure of sorts. Still, she deserved his full attention.

He sat up a bit straighter. “Ask away.”

“It’s a matter related to finances.”

Was she worried about owing him for the horse and wagon? Or the repairs that were still needed on the cottage? The woman did have more than her fair share of pride. “Go on.”

“I mentioned to you on Saturday that my sisters would like me to move in with one of them. Well, I’ve decided, much as I love my sisters, that I would definitely prefer to stay right where I am.”

That didn’t surprise him at all. In fact it was the decision he would have predicted she’d make.

“The thing is,” she said carefully, “in order to do so, I must prove to them, and to myself, that I can handle such a responsibility, both temperamentally and financially.”

“Do you doubt that you can?”

“I believe I have the temperament and skill to do it, of course. But I spent some time after services yesterday figuring out what monies I’ll need to provide for the basic needs of the four of us.”

So, she considered the Coulters part of her responsibility, did she? Nora might have an excess of pride but she also had an excess of heart to match. “Perhaps you won’t need quite as much as you think.”

She gave him that prim spinster-aunt look. “Oh, no, I’m quite good at figures. After Mother passed on, Da left me to handle the household finances.”

Another responsibility she’d shouldered. How old had she been when she’d taken that one on?

“Anyway, even being conservative,” she continued, “the figures were daunting. And I know that there’s not just food and everyday supplies to think about. I need to consider the repairs that still need to be done to the house and now to the barn.” She raised a hand. “Whatever you were planning to say, please don’t. I simply cannot let you continue to work at the cottage without pay.”

She shifted in her seat. “There will be the added expense of the—” she paused a moment and eyed him primly “—the wagon animal to see to.”

Still smarting over his insistence on a horse, was she?

“And while I am quite good at stretching provisions if I do say so myself,” she sat up straighter, a proud lift to her shoulders, “I need to make certain there is sufficient food on the table each and every day for four people.”

No doubt about it, in spite of her prickly exterior, Nora Murphy had a nurturing streak a mile wide. But where was she going with all of this? “If you don’t think I’m paying you enough—”

She shook her head vehemently. “Oh, no, I’ve no complaints on that account. The wage you pay me is more than generous, and, the Good Lord willing, I truly think I can make it stretch to cover most of our expenses.”

“So what is it that’s worrying you?”

“There’s something else I need to do to make the cottage truly a home for me and Grace as well as the Coulters.”

“And that is?”

She clasped her hands in her lap, squeezing them tightly together. “As Colleen Murphy’s daughters and heirs, the cottage belongs to all three of us. Since my sisters now have homes of their own, I would like to purchase their portions from them.”

Now that did surprise him. Not the idea that she wanted to stake her claim to independence, that was absolutely in character. But that she thought her sisters would require, or even accept, payment from her. He didn’t know Bridget and Maeve well, but he knew them well enough to know they’d be affronted at even the suggestion. “You really think they’d expect you to buy it from them?”

“Oh, I’m absolutely certain that they would simply give it to me if I asked them to, but that’s not what I want. I won’t feel like it is truly mine unless I do what’s right and proper.”

“And what’s to say that them giving you their portions is not exactly what is right and proper?”

“My conscience. So, I need to find another way to earn money in addition to the work I do for you.”

Stubborn woman. “I see. Then you want to cut down on the hours you spend working for me—is that it?”

“Not exactly. Actually, I think I have the perfect solution, but I wanted to get your thoughts on it.”

He was both intrigued and a bit flattered by her request for his counsel. “I’m listening.”

“I’d like to make pies and cakes to sell here in town.” She announced her plan as if it was the answer to all her problems. Then she looked at him expectantly.

He tried to wrap his mind around what she’d just said. “Start a bakery business you mean?”

“Yes, but on a very small scale.” She seemed less certain now. “You did say that folks seem to like my cakes and pies.”

“Absolutely. I can’t say as I ever tasted better.”

His answer seemed to buoy her confidence once more. She smiled up at him with the raindrops glistening on her long dark lashes, vividly brightening her blue eyes, and he had to blink to clear his suddenly muddled thoughts.

“And Will has asked me to consult with his chocolatiers on how to improve his chocolates,” she continued, “so perhaps I could somehow combine the two things.”

Did she really understand the amount of work that would be involved in such an undertaking? “You’d have to make an awful lot of baked goods to make any sort of profit at it.”

“I know. And I’m not afraid of hard work. But I would need your help.”

She’d managed to surprise him yet again. “You want me to help you do your baking?” His only foray into baking was biscuits and he wouldn’t exactly be bragging on his results.

But his question earned him a grin. “Nothing so challenging. I would, of course, do a lot of my baking at home. But I’d like to do some of it during the day, as well. Only, well, that would mean using your oven.” She fluttered a hand in an uncharacteristically nervous gesture. “I promise not to do any less work for you than I already am.” The words were rushed, as if she was trying to forestall an objection. “I can continue to clean and wash and cook your meals while my baked goods are in the oven.”

He didn’t for a minute doubt that she would be conscientious about her work. “Where do you plan to sell these delicacies?”

The look she shot him let him know she realized he hadn’t answered her question. But she followed his lead. “I thought perhaps Mrs. James at the general store might be willing to sell some goods on commission for me and perhaps Rosie over at the boardinghouse would take some to serve to her boarders, as well.” She stared at him expectantly. “What do you think?”

She really had given this some serious thought. “I think it’s certainly worth a try. I might be able to drum up a few other customers for you, as well.” That earned him a grateful look. “In fact,” he added, “the workers over at the mill might be a good group to talk to.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that. I’ll speak to Will when he and Bridget get back into town.” She eyed him uncertainly. “So you’re agreeable to my baking while I work for you?”

“On one condition.”

“And that is?”

“That you start small and don’t work yourself to exhaustion.”

She nodded. “I understand. I wouldn’t be very useful as a housekeeper if I didn’t have the energy to do my job.”

Cam didn’t comment. If she thought that was his reason then far be it from him to say otherwise.