what we can do.”
But even as she hung up Carrie knew it was hopeless. If Aunt Selena was only finding additional friends and family to bulk up the list in order to rule out the Avalon Inn as a prospective venue, as she suspected, shoving a few extra tables in a side room wasn’t going to change her mind. She needed the inn at its best to even stand a chance. And now she needed it bigger, too.
She was still trying to figure out a solution when they left the carpet shop three quarters of an hour later, order placed for a chocolate and coffee swirly-patterned carpet that even Stan approved of. The mixture of browns was, he told her, the exact colours of Jacob’s beef and chicken gravies, respectively, so should work a treat for hiding stains.
Carrie was just glad it wasn’t paisley, or any shade of purple.
As they pulled into the drive of the Avalon Inn the front door flew open, leaving Cyb and Moira peering out at them.
“Everything okay?” Carrie called out, slamming the car door behind her, and already mentally running through all the other things that could have gone wrong.
She’d reached Jacob’s burnt down the kitchen by the time Moira said, “Everything’s fine. It’s just...”
“Just what?” Carrie started the list going again.
Cyb grabbed her left arm and turned her away from the inn. “Did you get the carpet you wanted?”
“It’s very practical,” Stan said, but even he was looking at the two older women in confusion. “Won’t show a thing.”
“They’re fitting it next week,” Carrie said, still staring at Moira. “So what’s going on here?”
“Um...” Moira stalled, and was saved by Jacob appearing from behind the inn. “Jacob!”
Jacob gave Carrie a wide grin. “Nate’s got some things to show you in the gardens, if you’ve got the time.”
“Well, I...” She didn’t have the time, really. Her to do list wasn’t getting any shorter, after all. But there was something going on, and Carrie really wanted to know what it was. “Sure.”
As long as it wasn’t the burnt out-remains of the kitchen, how bad could it be, anyway?
* * * *
Nate hovered inside the cutting garden, tweaking the occasional piece of twine and replanting the windmills when an overly strong breeze knocked them over. They’d heard Carrie’s car returning almost five minutes ago. Jacob had headed straight round to the front of the inn, and Nate had run for the first stop on the Nate Green Utterly Worthwhile and Self-Supporting Prospective Garden Tour. Any moment now, Carrie would arrive and he’d have to convince her of his plans.
Because if she didn’t go for them, if she didn’t keep the gardens, what place was there for him at the Avalon Inn?
“Before we start whatever this is,” Carrie said, stepping into the garden between the surrounding foliage and shrubs that kept the area secluded and staring around her at the twirls of twine, “just reassure me nothing has burnt down or broken.”
Nate smiled. “I promise. Everything is just as intact as when you left.”
“So it’s just tied up with string, then.” She glanced around the four beds again, her brow crinkling in confusion when she spotted the windmills.
Jacob was standing behind her, giving him encouraging nods, and Nate realised he had to get on with it. Otherwise Carrie would start asking questions, and he’d never get his well-rehearsed spiel spoken at all.
“Okay,” he started, after taking a deep breath. Carrie’s gaze flicked to his face, and he reminded himself again to speak slowly and clearly. “So. I know you were concerned about the value of the gardens to the inn.”
Carrie shook her head. “That’s not it, Nate. Honest. I know we need them for photos and—”
“Actually,” Nate interrupted, his tone apologetic, “this is going to be easier and quicker for both of us if you just let me say my bit first.”
“He’s been practising all morning,” Jacob put in from the path. Nate wasn’t sure if that counted as helpful or not.
“Practising what?” Carrie asked, and Nate just looked at her, trying to convey just listen and find out in a glance. It must have worked, because Carrie tucked her hands behind her back and said, “Fine. This is my best listening face. Go ahead.”
Nate tried to remember where he’d got to, and decided it was probably best to start from the beginning again. “I know you have concerns about the viability of keeping all the gardens here at the inn going, and think they might be more worthwhile as a commodity to be sold to raise more capital for the renovations.”
He paused just long enough for Carrie to nod, then went on, “I’m going to show you exactly how our gardens can earn their keep.”
As prearranged, Jacob came forward and moved Carrie to stand in the centre of the cutting garden, and spun her slowly around in a circle.
“This garden here, along with two other areas behind it, would provide the bulk of the flowers you need to decorate the inn—not just on a day-to-day basis, but for weddings and other functions too.” Nate watched Carrie’s face as he spoke. She seemed faintly intrigued, at least.
“That would be useful,” she said, reaching her starting spot again.
“And that’s not all.” On impulse, Nate grabbed her hand to lead her down the path towards his summerhouse. “We’d have the other cutting gardens here on the right, hidden from the main views from the inn but close enough for guests to walk in, if they’d like.” Carrie nodded again, and he kept plunging forward. “And then back here, tucked out of the way...” He stepped back and let her walk through the archway of trees over the path first, watching as she stopped and stared at the open expanse of grass lined with red twine.
“This is my favourite bit,” Jacob said, coming up behind him.
Carrie glanced back at them, her brow crinkled. “What is it?”
“A vegetable garden,” Nate said, grinning.
“It’ll be so great,” Jacob added. “We can grow all the veg we need for the menus, more or less. Definitely if Nate gets his greenhouse.”
“How much is this all going to cost?” Carrie asked, and Nate winced.
“Less than my kitchen will,” Jacob said, his voice cheery.
“Depends how we do it,” Nate said. “We can start small, see how it goes. That way the garden bits won’t cost too much at any one time. We can wait a bit on the new greenhouse—the one round the back is okay for now.” If he ignored the broken panes of glass, anyway.
Jacob stepped back up the path, and Nate made to follow. “It’s the next bit that’s going to be really expensive,” Jacob said, and Nate groaned.
“Not quite how I was going to sell it,” he muttered as he passed Jacob. Jacob just grinned.
Carrie
