but a few shades darker. It’ll be a little more dramatic. The off-white in the fourth bedroom is nice and neutral so I’ll leave it and bring in some green accessories to tie everything together.”
“It all sounds good.”
“I have a meeting with my business partners first thing tomorrow morning. After that our carpenter will drop by and measure for the new bookshelves in here. I have some ideas for organizing your daughters’ room, too.”
Between them they had assembled five boxes and she was still folding.
“I was also wondering how you feel about putting some of their things in storage. After the house is listed and being shown, I think it’ll be easier for you…and them…if there’s less stuff for you to manage.”
He had only thought of moving as a way to get distance from his in-laws, but now he could see that streamlining their belongings would really streamline their lives. Across the hall, Molly and Martha sat happily coloring at a table that had always been buried beneath clutter. How had he let that happen?
“Putting things in storage is a good idea. My sister keeps giving them dress-up clothes, and some of their own clothes are getting too small. And every time they see their grandparents, we add two more stuffed animals to the zoo.”
She smiled. “Could you ask them to hold off on that for now? At least until you’ve moved?”
“Of course.” He should have asked them to stop a long time ago.
“For things that don’t fit anymore, I know a great consignment store that takes good-quality children’s clothes, and I can also arrange to donate things to charity.”
“You don’t mind doing that?” He wished he could stay annoyed with her, but she was so patient, and so helpful, and she smelled so damned good.
“I don’t mind at all. It’s actually part of my job.”
“Well, I still appreciate it.” And in spite of what she thought of him, he was glad she was willing to go to his sister’s party weekend. “I talked to my mother again, and there’s one minor change in plans.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“There’s a family brunch on Sunday. I hope you don’t mind going to that, too. I didn’t know how to say no.”
Instead of being annoyed, she laughed. “If they’re anything like my family, saying no isn’t easy.”
“So you don’t mind?”
She added another box to the pile. “Is your mom a good cook?”
“She’s a great cook.”
“Then I don’t mind at all.” Instead of looking at him, she pulled a black marker from her bag and handed it to him. “This should be enough boxes to get you started, and you can use this to label them. I also brought in a blue bin for recycling. I’ll let you get started while I go order the paint. And then, if you’d like, I’ll help you make lunch.”
“I’d like that.” She was being so nice. Had he misunderstood what she’d said on the phone? Did it matter? She had also said “no strings attached.” No matter how nice she was and how great she smelled, she was absolutely right, and he’d better not let himself forget it.
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