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Circe curled up between Finch and Ellie.
“It sounds like Henry knows more than he’s saying.” Courtney held her popcorn bowl on the arm of the chair.
“I would have to agree,” nodded Mr. Finch. “But what exactly it is that he is holding close is a mystery.”
Jenna looked at the two felines. “The cats seemed very wary of him.”
Angie said, “I noticed that, too. Euclid was especially suspicious of him. Circe didn’t take her eyes off of Henry, just watched from a distance.”
“Maybe the cat jury hasn’t come to any definite conclusions about him yet.” Courtney held a piece of popcorn so that Euclid could lick the butter from it.
Just as Ellie was about to hit the button on the remote to start the movie, the front doorbell rang.
Ellie groaned. “Oh, come on. Who could this be?”
Angie pulled her old sweater around her shoulders. “I’ll go.” She reluctantly walked to the foyer with the two cats trailing behind.
She opened the door and stared with surprise at the young man standing on the porch. The attractive man was tall and slim and Angie guessed he was in his mid-twenties. He wore his dark brown hair slightly longer and had bright, blue eyes.
He smiled politely. “Ellie Roseland?”
The man looked familiar to Angie, but she couldn’t place him. “Ellie’s in the other room. Would you like to speak to her?”
“I was told she runs the bed and breakfast. I’d like to rent a room, if one’s available.”
Angie stepped back so he could enter. “There are a few rooms vacant. Who was it that recommended you try us?”
“Betty Hayes, she’s a Sweet Cove Realtor.”
Euclid and Circe sniffed the man’s shoes and trouser legs.
“What nice cats.” He bent to pet the animals’ cheeks. Straightening, the young man looked around the foyer and at the carved wooden staircase and then glanced into the dining and living rooms that were situated off the foyer. “What a beautiful place.”
It dawned on Angie that she’d seen this man sitting with Betty at a table in the dining room of the resort earlier in the day. “We know Betty well. Weren’t you at the resort with her today? I think I saw you there.”
“Did you? Yes, Ms. Hayes and I had lunch.” The young man glanced around. “I’d love a place like this.” He made eye contact with Angie. “Do you have any interest in selling?”
Angie raised an eyebrow. “Did Betty Hayes tell you to ask that question?”
“What? Oh, no, she didn’t. She’s working with me to find a place in town.”
Angie realized she hadn’t introduced herself, so she extended her hand. “I’m Angie Roseland.”
The young man’s eyes sparkled. “Darren Wilton.”
Angie’s jaw dropped. “The musician?”
Darren gave a shy smile. “Yeah, that’s me.”
“What are you doing here?” After speaking, Angie realized that her words could be considered to be way too nosy, but Darren didn’t take offense.
“I’m originally from the next town over. I live in Boston now, go out to LA a lot, but I love this area. I come back all the time.”
“You want to buy a place here?”
“I’d like a getaway, maybe something with a little privacy and with plenty of room to build a music studio.”
Ellie wandered into the foyer from the hallway. Her long, straight blonde hair hung over her shoulders. “Oh, hello. I’m Ellie Roseland.”
Angie introduced Darren to her sister. “Darren would like a room.”
“Darren Wilton?” Ellie smiled and shook his hand. “I loved your song. It was on the radio all the time last fall.”
Darren almost blushed. “Thanks.” He chuckled. “We need another hit though, can’t just become a one-hit-wonder.”
“I’m sure you’ll have plenty more. Why don’t I show you the rooms that are available and you can pick the one you’d like?” Ellie started down the hall to her office to get the keys and registration forms. “Are you hungry? We have evening snacks set out.” She pointed to the buffet
“It sounds like Henry knows more than he’s saying.” Courtney held her popcorn bowl on the arm of the chair.
“I would have to agree,” nodded Mr. Finch. “But what exactly it is that he is holding close is a mystery.”
Jenna looked at the two felines. “The cats seemed very wary of him.”
Angie said, “I noticed that, too. Euclid was especially suspicious of him. Circe didn’t take her eyes off of Henry, just watched from a distance.”
“Maybe the cat jury hasn’t come to any definite conclusions about him yet.” Courtney held a piece of popcorn so that Euclid could lick the butter from it.
Just as Ellie was about to hit the button on the remote to start the movie, the front doorbell rang.
Ellie groaned. “Oh, come on. Who could this be?”
Angie pulled her old sweater around her shoulders. “I’ll go.” She reluctantly walked to the foyer with the two cats trailing behind.
She opened the door and stared with surprise at the young man standing on the porch. The attractive man was tall and slim and Angie guessed he was in his mid-twenties. He wore his dark brown hair slightly longer and had bright, blue eyes.
He smiled politely. “Ellie Roseland?”
The man looked familiar to Angie, but she couldn’t place him. “Ellie’s in the other room. Would you like to speak to her?”
“I was told she runs the bed and breakfast. I’d like to rent a room, if one’s available.”
Angie stepped back so he could enter. “There are a few rooms vacant. Who was it that recommended you try us?”
“Betty Hayes, she’s a Sweet Cove Realtor.”
Euclid and Circe sniffed the man’s shoes and trouser legs.
“What nice cats.” He bent to pet the animals’ cheeks. Straightening, the young man looked around the foyer and at the carved wooden staircase and then glanced into the dining and living rooms that were situated off the foyer. “What a beautiful place.”
It dawned on Angie that she’d seen this man sitting with Betty at a table in the dining room of the resort earlier in the day. “We know Betty well. Weren’t you at the resort with her today? I think I saw you there.”
“Did you? Yes, Ms. Hayes and I had lunch.” The young man glanced around. “I’d love a place like this.” He made eye contact with Angie. “Do you have any interest in selling?”
Angie raised an eyebrow. “Did Betty Hayes tell you to ask that question?”
“What? Oh, no, she didn’t. She’s working with me to find a place in town.”
Angie realized she hadn’t introduced herself, so she extended her hand. “I’m Angie Roseland.”
The young man’s eyes sparkled. “Darren Wilton.”
Angie’s jaw dropped. “The musician?”
Darren gave a shy smile. “Yeah, that’s me.”
“What are you doing here?” After speaking, Angie realized that her words could be considered to be way too nosy, but Darren didn’t take offense.
“I’m originally from the next town over. I live in Boston now, go out to LA a lot, but I love this area. I come back all the time.”
“You want to buy a place here?”
“I’d like a getaway, maybe something with a little privacy and with plenty of room to build a music studio.”
Ellie wandered into the foyer from the hallway. Her long, straight blonde hair hung over her shoulders. “Oh, hello. I’m Ellie Roseland.”
Angie introduced Darren to her sister. “Darren would like a room.”
“Darren Wilton?” Ellie smiled and shook his hand. “I loved your song. It was on the radio all the time last fall.”
Darren almost blushed. “Thanks.” He chuckled. “We need another hit though, can’t just become a one-hit-wonder.”
“I’m sure you’ll have plenty more. Why don’t I show you the rooms that are available and you can pick the one you’d like?” Ellie started down the hall to her office to get the keys and registration forms. “Are you hungry? We have evening snacks set out.” She pointed to the buffet
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