“I don’t know many people,” she said quickly, “and I have to finish my pie. I couldn’t possibly—”
“An apple pie?”
“Yes. It’s for dinner. My father loves apple pie. He—”
“How can you make an apple pie without apples?”
She looked at him, then at the bowl that had a moment before been filled with apple slices. “Mr. Montgomery!” she said, sounding like a schoolteacher, “you have eaten the entire pie!”
“An easy thing for a person to do,” he said slowly, watching her.
Nellie knew instantly that he was referring to her having eaten all of the dessert the night he came to dinner. Blood rushed to her face as she remembered her shame, but then she looked at him. His eyes were twinkling, and that dimple showed in his cheek. He was teasing her.
Her embarrassment left her, and she smiled at him, that warm smile that transformed her into a beauty. “It seems to be very easy for me,” she said, laughing. “Now what am I going to serve for dinner? We have no more apples.”
His eyes were dancing. “I guess you’ll have to walk to the store and buy more.”
“So it seems.”
“Maybe I should walk along with you, just in case of danger.”
“Yes, perhaps you should. The streets of Chandler can be quite dangerous. Why, only last year two boys on bicycles ran into each other.”
“No! That’s horrifying! Who knows when something like that might happen again? I definitely think you need an escort.”
“I rather think I do, too,” Nellie said softly. Part of her mind was telling her to say no, that she should stay home and finish cooking. She should dismiss this overly familiar man and get on with her work. She was sure it wasn’t at all proper for him to saunter into the kitchen as he’d done. But there was another part of her mind that told her to go. It would be very pleasant to walk with this handsome man and say hello to people. Maybe, just for this one afternoon, she could pretend that she was like other young women and a handsome young man had come to call on her.
She removed her apron and hung it on a hook by the door. She should probably go upstairs and get a hat, should probably look at herself in a mirror, but she was afraid that if she left him alone he might disappear. She didn’t have Terel’s confidence that even if she kept a man waiting for hours, he’d be there when she showed up.
She turned to Jace and smiled. “I’m ready.”
He smiled back. He was very pleased that she didn’t spend an hour or so primping before a mirror before she’d leave the house. It was his experience that women as beautiful as Nellie gave much time and thought to adorning themselves.
He stepped aside so she could walk in front of him through the door, and he admired the gentle sway of her hips. A bit of hair straggled about her neck, and he had an urge to lift it and kiss her fine skin.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” Jace said when he realized Nellie was speaking. He’d opened the gate for her, and they were on the boardwalk.
“I forgot my basket.” She turned back to the house.
He couldn’t bear to let her out of his sight, and he was afraid that if she went back to the house he’d never get her out again. “I’ll carry all your purchases.” He couldn’t help himself. He reached out and lifted the little tendril of hair, his fingertips lingering on her neck. Her skin was as fine and as warm as he’d imagined.
Nellie was startled when he touched her, and then embarrassed. Was her hair such a mess? Of course it was. After dusting, weeding, cooking, and washing, she knew she had to look dreadful.
“I must—” she began, then she stepped back quickly.
She stepped right into Miss Emily, a tall, thin, very proper older woman who ran Miss Emily’s Tea Shop. Miss Emily’s packages went scattering about the boardwalk.
“I’m so sorry,” Nellie began, angry at herself for seeming never to do anything right. She stooped and started gathering packages.
Miss Emily remained standing and looked down at the two young people gathering her packages. She could have let the shop deliver her purchases for her, but she found that when a woman of her age walked about town carrying bundles some very interesting things happened.
“Well, Nellie,” Miss Emily said when they were standing. The young man was holding her packages and beaming at Nellie as though he were the cat that had eaten the cream. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your young man?”
“Mr. Montgomery isn’t…I mean, we aren’t…” Nellie stammered, flushing.
Jace grinned, making Miss Emily blink. He was a splendid-looking young man. “I may not be yet, but I mean to be her young man,” he said slowly. “I’m Jace Montgomery.”
“Emily,” she answered, “or Miss Emily, if you prefer.” She gave a hard, shrewd look at Jace. “I must say, young man, that you look pleased with yourself.”
“I am.” He looked at Nellie, whose face was still pink. “What man wouldn’t be when escorting such a beautiful woman?”
Nellie again felt like looking behind her to see whom he meant, but she could see that he was smiling down at her.
“Well, well, well,” Miss Emily said. “At last there’s a man in this town with some sense. Nellie is a fine young woman, quite, quite fine, and you’ll do very well to hang on to her.”
Jace took Nellie’s hand and slipped her arm through his. “I think I might do that,” he said, smiling at Miss Emily.
“Come to my shop for tea,” Miss Emily said.
“I’m sorry, but I have to return home and—”
“We’ll be there,” Jace said as Miss Emily took her packages and started walking.
Jace began walking in the opposite direction, Nellie’s arm held securely in his.
“Mr. Montgomery,” Nellie began, “you really can’t say things like that.”
“Say things like what?”
“That I…I am beautiful, and that you are my young man. You will give people the wrong impression about us.”
It never crossed Jace’s mind that Nellie didn’t know she was beautiful. It was his experience that beautiful women often complained about their lack of looks, and he knew that when they did, it was because they wanted compliments. He wasn’t ready to yet give extravagant compliments to Nellie. He wanted his hands to be on her body when he told her how beautiful she was. “What would be the right impression about us?”
“That you work for my father, and that, as his hostess, I feel I should…” Should what, she thought. She’d never gone walking with any of her father’s other employees.
“Should introduce me to the citizenry of Chandler,” he finished for her. “Which is why I think we should go to Miss Emily’s shop.” Abruptly, he stopped and looked down at her. His face was quite serious, as he’d just had an awful thought. “You don’t dislike me, do you, Nellie? Maybe you’d rather not be seen with me. Maybe I’m not—well—appealing to you.”
Nellie could only look up at him; she was capable of saying nothing. Dislike him? Unappealing? He was the most handsome man she’d ever seen in her life. He was kind, thoughtful, warm, funny, and charming. “I like you,” she whispered.
“Good.” He tucked her arm in his more securely and started walking again. “Now, tell me about this town.”
Nellie tried to relax somewhat, but it was difficult. She didn’t understand him because he was different from any man she’d ever met. Most men looked her up and down then ignored her. A few men had shown some interest in her, but it was usually for her cooking and her housekeeping skills. Four years ago a widower with five children had asked her father for Nellie’s hand in marriage. Nellie would have married him—she would love to have children—but Charles and Terel had been so upset that Nellie had turned the man down. Her father and Terel had said the man only wanted to use her to take care of his children, that he didn’t really care for Nellie and she should wait for the “right” man to come along. Nellie hadn’t been foolish enough to believe the man loved her, and she had kn
own that, at twenty-four, she didn’t have too many chances for marriage left, but she had given in to her father and Terel and refused the man’s proposal.
Afterward, she had eaten so much that she’d gained twenty pounds. Her father didn’t say a word about her weight gain, but Nellie often felt his eyes on her. She seemed to disappoint him in every way possible. She was a burden to him, an unmarried daughter, and even when she had found a man to marry he was quite unsuitable.
One day Terel brought home the news that the man who had asked Nellie to marry him had married someone else and bought the big old Farnon house on the river. Terel softened the news with a gift of a four-pound box of chocolate fudge—all of which Nellie ate in an afternoon.
“And what is that building?” Jace asked.
They were walking down Lead Avenue toward downtown Chandler, and she began to point out shops and businesses to him. They went past the Denver Hotel, Farrell’s Hardware, Mr. Bagly’s tailor shop, and Freyer Drags, then took a left on Third Street and kept walking.
After a while Nellie began to get over her nervousness, for Jace was easy company. He seemed to be interested in everything, wanting to know how old buildings were, who owned what, what was for sale.
“You sound as if you might be considering living here permanently.”
“I might,” he said, looking down at her in a way that made Nellie turn away.
On Coal, in front of Sayles Art Rooms, Johnny Bowen and Bob Jenkins saw Nellie and came running.
“Is Terel with you?”
“Is she at home?”
“Could I see her later?”
“What are you serving for dinner?” Bob asked, laughing.
Nellie felt herself coming back to earth. For the last hour, basking in the glow of Jace’s warm eyes, she’d forgotten all about her beautiful young sister. “She’s—” Nellie began.
“If you will excuse us,” Jace said sternly, looking down his nose at the young men, “Nellie and I have a previous engagement.”
The young men were so astonished they couldn’t speak for a moment. “You that new guy working for Terel’s father?”
“For Mr. Grayson, yes,” Jace said pointedly.
Bob grinned. “Oh, I see, the boss’s daughter. Nellie—”
Jace dropped Nellie’s arm and stepped toward the young men. Jace was older, larger, and much more self-confident. “I doubt, sir,” he said, “if you have the intelligence to see anything. Now, I advise you to scurry along, and do not again mistake Miss Grayson for her sister’s social secretary.”
The men looked from Jace to Nellie and back again. Johnny, in the back, looked at Nellie as though seeing her for the first time in his life. He looked at her, not as Terel’s fat older sister who quietly served tea and cakes and long, glorious dinners, but as a woman. He’d never noticed what a pretty face she had. And although she was too big for his taste, she did have a nice shape.
Johnny punched Bob on the arm. “We’re sorry to have bothered you, sir. Good day to you, Nellie.” He tipped his hat, and both men turned away, but Johnny glanced back over his shoulder at Nellie.
“Insolent pups!” Jace muttered, clasping Nellie’s hand and curving her fingers about his arm. This entire town seemed to be full of lunatics, he thought. Were all the men blind, or just stupid? It was beyond his understanding how any man could be interested in that pinched-face, skinny-flanked, self-centered Terel when Nellie was in the vicinity.
At the corner of Second and Coal they could see Miss Emily’s Tea Shop. “I’m hungry, are you?” Jace asked.
Nellie was still reeling from the encounter with Terel’s young men. Mr. Montgomery had acted as though he were about to strike the men, and he’d said Nellie wasn’t Terel’s “social secretary.” “No,” she answered honestly, “I’m not hungry at all.” She felt too good, too happy to be hungry. She wasn’t aware of it, but her shoulders were straight, and there was a light in her face that hadn’t been there an hour ago.
“Do you mind if I eat?”
She looked up at him. At the moment she would allow him anything. “Of course not,” she said softly.
Inside the tea shop Nellie’s shoulders sagged, for there were three of Terel’s lovely, thin girlfriends. All three wore exquisite dresses and jackets that were as tight as sausage casings on their perfect, willowy figures. Their little waists looked as if they might snap in two.
“I think I should return home,” Nellie whispered, acutely aware of her old house dress, of her straggling hair, and, most of all, of her size. She couldn’t bear to see Mr. Montgomery’s reaction when he saw the lovely creatures.
One of the girls looked up, saw Nellie, gave the tiniest smile in greeting—after all, she’d eaten at Nellie’s house many times—then looked at her companions. But the next moment she looked back and looked up at Jace. For a second the girl lost her composure as her mouth dropped open.
Nellie looked away as Jace escorted her to a table. She took a seat and looked out the window. She didn’t want to see Jace’s face when he saw the pretty girls.
“Nellie, how wonderful to see you!”
Slowly, she turned away from the window to look at the girls standing by their table. They looked like a bouquet of flowers in their lace-trimmed gowns, snippets of fur on their jackets, jewels in their ears, saucy little hats perched on their pretty heads.
She knew what they wanted: to be introduced to Jace. She took a breath. Better to get it over with. “May I introduce you?” she asked softly. She introduced them, but she still couldn’t bear to look at Jace, to see the way he looked at them. One of the girls slipped off her gloves, and Nellie could see the lovely way she moved her little hands.
Vaguely, she could hear Jace and the girls talking, but she wasn’t really listening. It had been a wonderful afternoon, being on the arm of this man and pretending that he was hers.
“Will you excuse us?” she heard Jace say. “Nellie and I are hungry.”
Nellie prayed for the floor to open and swallow her. People her size pretended they never ate.
“Oh,” one of the girls said, looking curiously at Nellie.
“Mr. Montgomery, are you the man Terel said is going to work for her father?”
Nellie at last stole a glance at Jace and, instead of the enraptured expression she expected to see, she saw annoyance.
“I have agreed to work for Nellie’s father,” he said emphatically, “only on the condition that Nellie walk out with me.”
Nellie didn’t know which of them was more stunned, herself or the three girls. In unison they turned to look at Nellie, and their expressions showed that they had no idea why a man like Jace would want a woman like Nellie.
Silently, they floated back to their table, and instantly their pretty heads were bent together as they looked at each other, then at Nellie, and back again.
Turning toward Jace, Nellie was once again speechless.
“This is the strangest town I have ever seen,” Jace said, partly in anger, partly in puzzlement. “You’d think no one had ever seen a man and woman walking out together before. Is Colorado so very different from Maine?”
She started to tell him that the difference was not in states, but in women. What people found odd was that he wanted to be seen with Nellie. But something told her to be quiet. If he didn’t know she was an undesirable, dried-up old maid, she wasn’t going to be the one to tell him. He’d find out soon enough, so why end it sooner than need be?
“Perhaps Colorado is different from Maine,” she said. “Tell me more about Maine and your boats.”
“Gladly,” he said, smiling, for he missed the sea.
Chapter Four
After a lovely tea, of which Nellie ate very little, they went back outside.
“I must go home,” Nellie said, not meaning it. At the moment she felt as though she never wanted to go home again.
“You would look pretty in that,” Jace said, looking in the window of the store next door, Chandler’s largest, most
expensive department store, The Famous.
Nellie never gave much thought to her clothes. She was too busy taking care of the house and cooking, and if she did have time off, she helped Reverend Mr. Thomas with charity work. Now, looking at the lovely clothes in the window, she did wish she had something pretty to wear.
“Like to go inside?” Jace urged.
“No,” she answered, backing away. She couldn’t bear all those slim, smug shopgirls, and the idea of purchasing a dress made her fear jinxing the day. “No, I must go home. Father will—”
Jace pulled out his big, gold pocket watch and looked at it. “Imagine that. We have been gone only ten minutes. Plenty of time yet.”
“Ten…” Nellie began, then laughed. “All right, Mr. Montgomery, it looks as if we have another fifty minutes. Where shall we go?”
He slipped her hand in the crook of his arm. “Anywhere I am with you, I seem to be happy.”
Nellie blushed, but she also felt a warm pleasure spread through her. “Fenton Park isn’t far away,” she lied, knowing it was half a mile. She’d worry about the rib roast and the unmade apple pie later.
They walked slowly, Nellie relaxing more with each step. Jace was very courteous to her, and he didn’t desert Nellie as she feared he would.
At the end of Second Street Nellie halted. Fenton Park was in front of them, but between them and the park was a four-foot-high stone wall and then a deep ditch. “I meant to go down First Street,” Nellie mumbled, feeling stupid. “We’ll have to go back.”
“What’s a little wall? I’ll lift you up, and you can climb over.”
Nellie felt like laughing at him. Did he also think he could lift houses? Draft horses?
“Too undignified?” he asked, looking at her face.
She might as well say it. “Mr. Montgomery, three men couldn’t lift me over that wall.”
One minute she was on the ground, and the next he had his hands about her waist and she was being lifted. Jace was very strong from many years of hauling anchors and lashing down sails, and Nellie wasn’t even especially heavy to him.