“She’s taking Miss Ellis’s job.”
Poppy frowned. “Miss Ellis was real old.”
And she hadn’t possessed Tessa’s beauty. The thought flew into his mind from left field. He hadn’t cared what any woman looked like since Lucy. “That’s because Miss Ellis had the job for a long time.”
“Is the new lady going to get old here?”
Morgan smiled. “I don’t think so.”
Poppy digested this. “Can we fly my kite?”
He glanced at the pile of work on his desk. “It’s almost your lunchtime, short stuff.”
“Dorothy said it’s in thirty hours.”
Morgan did a quick mental translation. “Thirty minutes to an hour?”
She nodded, an emphatic up and down of her head. “And Dorothy said you have to come eat, too.”
Considering he’d known Dorothy since she had changed his diapers, their roles of employee and employer blurred, but never in a way he minded. He hugged Poppy, then set her down. “Now, you’d better scoot.”
She blew him kisses, which he caught in an upraised hand. If only all of life could be so sweet.
* * *
Tessa trailed Dorothy around the compact cottage. She hadn’t expected much by Morgan’s description. Pleasantly surprised by gently worn French country furniture and the terrazzo patio, she sighed.
“Something you don’t like?” Dorothy asked.
“Just the opposite.” Tessa turned in a semicircle. “It’s so inviting. The soft colors and materials...”
“Miss Ellis wanted to redecorate. Well, back before her arthritis got so bad. Said this looked old.”
Tessa lifted one shoulder. “That’s part of why I like it.” She touched the edge of a cabbage-rose drape. “The history. It could have been this way a century ago.”
Dorothy cocked her head, indicating Tessa’s slick suit, one that had fit in perfectly in downtown Houston and definitely in the twenty-first century. “And you like that it looks old?”
“How I dress and how I like to live don’t exactly match, do they?” Tessa smiled, a small smile. “I’ve lived with hard-edged, supermodern furniture before.” Because Karl liked it. “Seemed...brittle.”
Nodding, Dorothy plucked an invisible speck from a plump pillow. “When I put my feet up at night, I want them resting on something comfy. My husband, Alvin, would have a fit with glass tables and whatnot.”
“I agree with Alvin.” She paused. “Do you mind me asking where you and your husband live?”
“In the big house. On the main floor, past the kitchen and the butler’s pantry. We have our own set of rooms. There are two other cottages on the property, but it’s a lot easier on us to live in the main house. Taking care of a family isn’t an eight-to-five kind of job.” Dorothy plopped her hands on her hips. “Say, did you bring your overnight things?”
“I packed a small bag. I’ll be sending for my clothes.”
“Well, if there’s anything you need, that you maybe forgot, I’m bound to have it or know how to get hold of it.”
“Thank you, Dorothy.”
“New job and new place to live all in one day.” Dorothy shook her head. “That’s a lot to take on.”
Tessa firmed her chin so her lips wouldn’t tremble and give her away. “It’s all good.”
“Even so.” She hesitated. “If Morgan’s a little gruff, don’t let it get to you. He’s been that way since... It’s just his way. Well, wash up. We’ll eat lunch in about twenty minutes. Casual dress.”
“I’m not very hungry—”
“Need to eat something,” the housekeeper insisted with a parental look that didn’t invite protest.
When the door closed behind Dorothy, Tessa slipped off her jacket, then kicked off her heels. She loved the feel of her bare feet against the cool heart of pine floor.
Padding across the main room to the kitchen, she opened a cupboard and found a teapot and supplies. Loose-leaf tea, Tessa noticed with interest. Also a variety of herbal teas. The former tenant had clearly been a tea lover, as well. Having kept herself together to appear cool and collected for the interview, Tessa felt drained. It was difficult to appear upbeat and enthusiastic when she wanted to crawl under the covers and never come out. A hot cup of herbal tea and the comfortable-looking chair near the window seemed like a perfect way to lift her spirits.
She had hoped to escape lunch with her new boss, but at least she could cut the meal short, using the valid excuse that she needed to send for her belongings. They wouldn’t amount to much. Karl could keep the furniture in their condo. She had taken the precaution of packing her sentimental items and bringing them along. Clothes could be repurchased, but good memories were irreplaceable. But how many good memories did she really have connected with her marriage? Few, she now realized. And even those were single-sided.
After a quick call to Cindy to let her know she’d gotten the job, Tessa enjoyed a cup of tea. Sighing, she knew she had to change for lunch. She truly wasn’t hungry, but didn’t want to offend Morgan or Dorothy.
Opening her bag, she retrieved a pair of jeans and a cotton blouse. Glancing in the mirror, even she could see the fatigue traced through her expression. Eyes now constantly dry from crying herself to sleep looked red and raw. It was a wonder she had gotten the job. She rummaged in her makeup bag and found the eye drops. Some fresh blusher and lipstick helped a bit.
She just had to remember to keep upbeat, to squash the unhappy note that colored her voice these days. Tessa leaned closer to the mirror. “You’re a mess, you know. Perk up.” She probably should have chosen coffee instead of herbal tea for the caffeine pickup. Too late now.
Tessa decided she preferred entering the big house through the kitchen rather than ringing the bell at the set of big doors in the front. It was the route Dorothy had taken them to the cottage. She knocked lightly. A small child appeared in the doorway.
Not expecting her, Tessa drew in her breath. “Ah. Hello. I’m Tessa. Dorothy is expecting me for lunch.”
“Daddy, too,” the poppet replied, holding a well-used stuffed dog in one hand, staring intently at Tessa.
“Yes.” Tessa paused, remembering what Cindy had said about the motherless child. “I’m going to be working for him.”
“But not like Miss Ellis,” the girl informed her.
“No?”
The child shook her head. “Miss Ellis got old here and you aren’t going to.”
“Okay, Poppy, that’ll be enough,” Dorothy said, coming up behind them in time to hear the child’s last remark.
“But Daddy said—”
“We don’t repeat what others say, do we? Now, wash up and we’ll start lunch.” Dorothy lifted her gaze. “Morgan’s having a plate in his study. He tends to...focus on his work. But we’re still glad to have you join us.”
“I don’t want to be any trouble,” Tessa reminded her. “I’m not that hungry.”
“Then hopefully, you’ll appreciate a simple meal. I made sliders.”
Tessa raised her eyebrows, thinking the term was a progressive reference, one she hadn’t expected.
Dorothy reached for a dish towel. “Now, I know they’re just small hamburgers, but Poppy had them at lunch in Houston with her dad and thought they were so much better than full-size hamburgers.” Dorothy