Her eyes narrowed and then she shrugged and smiled. “Exactly. Not personal at all.” She picked up her coat and bag, saying, “Let’s go get some coffee and see what the road situation is.”
Not personal, huh. The hell it isn’t.
Chapter Five
By early Sunday afternoon the sun had come out and melted most of the remaining snow and ice, and the temperatures climbed to a more typical low sixties. The roads thawed rapidly and most of the guests left as soon as they could. Savannah was among the last to leave, having stayed to see if she could offer the Harwoods any help. She wound up gathering up the extra pillows and blankets and bringing them to the main building.
Savannah thought about her conversation with Becky when she’d brought in the first load.
“Did you have a good time last night, honey?”
Savannah smiled at the endearment. To Becky everyone was either honey or darlin’. If she called someone Mr. or Ms., it was a good bet she either didn’t know them at all or she didn’t like them. “Yes, I did. Felicity’s Ball is always fun.”
“That’s good to hear. Good Lord, that’s a lot of blankets and pillows,” Becky commented.
“I’m afraid it’s not all of them, either.”
“I had no idea we had so many. Well, I suppose that’s good for these kinds of situations.” She paused and said, “You and your young man looked mighty cozy this morning.”
Savannah almost blushed. “Oh, that was...an accident. He’s not my young man. We knew each other a long time ago. We hadn’t seen each other in years before last night.”
“Really? I thought you’d come together to the ball.”
“No. We both came stag.” She stripped off a pillowcase. “The strangest thing happened last night. Harlan and I got locked in the coat closet. The only lock is on the outside and I couldn’t figure out who would have locked us in. If there had been kids around I’d have blamed it on them. But there weren’t any kids around, were there?”
“Children? No. But you say you were locked in?” Becky shot her a sharp glance. “From the outside?”
“That’s right. If Avery hadn’t come looking for us I’m not sure how long we’d have been stuck.”
Stifling a laugh, Becky shook her head. “She’s at it again.”
“Who? You know who it might have been?”
“No, honey, just talking to myself. Well, I’m off to gather up more.” She stopped at the door and waited for Savannah to look up. “He’s some fine-lookin’ man. If I was your age and single I’d sure be interested.” She didn’t wait for a comment but left Savannah to finish her task of stripping the pillowcases from the pillows.
But you don’t know our history.
