Overseeing a job as big as the Congress Hotel would boost Kayla’s career to another level, perhaps giving her recognition she’d never gain doing homes. She’d also have a house provided for her and a boss she would desperately miss if she went back to Denver.
But then there was Jude. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why he was such a sticking point. Their relationship was over long ago. She’d loved her husband and had determined to stay with him for better or for worse.
She focused on the sidewalk. Though sometimes, when things were at their worst, she’d allow her mind to wander back to a time when she didn’t have a care in the world. And there was a man at her side who treated her like a queen.
She squeezed her eyes shut. Forgive me, Lord. I know it was wrong of me to think of Jude when I was married to Shane. Even if they were only innocent thoughts of feeling safe and protected. Forgive me.
Looking up, she eyed a couple of aspens bearing a mixture of green and gold leaves. By this time next week, the trees were apt to be completely golden, creating a perfect backdrop for Lily’s wedding photos.
The two of them would be making a run to Grand Junction in a couple of hours to pick up their dresses. Lord willing, Kayla wouldn’t grow much more before next week. Though, considering the breakfast she just ate, she hoped the seamstress left a little extra room in hers.
Nonetheless, that was precisely the type of thing she had been looking forward to most this week. Aside from Lily, Kayla didn’t have many friends, making girl time a rarity—and almost nonexistent since Lily had been gone.
Sounds like another good reason to take Lily up on her offer.
She continued across Main Street and straight ahead to the hotel. From farther away, it didn’t look so bad. But the closer she got...
Yeah, the outside was in pretty bad shape. Far more than paint alone could remedy. It was a cool-looking building, though. It had an Old West flavor with a touch of Italianate.
The door was unlocked, as promised, and Kayla left it open when she went inside, hoping some fresh air might filter into the musty space. Since she’d already gotten a pretty good look at the main floor, she headed upstairs.
Though carpeted, the steps seemed solid, so that was a plus. However, depending on the wood, they might want to consider replacing the tattered carpet with a runner, leaving the wood exposed at the edges, the way they would have when the hotel was built.
Reaching the top, she continued across the hall and opened a solid wood door. Inside was a smaller-than-small guest room with an iron bed frame and not much else, except for a pile of clutter in the corner that had her doing a double take. Had something just moved?
Taking a step back, she narrowed her gaze as a rat bolted from the heap.
Kayla screamed and rushed into the hall, slamming the door closed behind her. That’s when she heard the sound of footsteps pounding up the stairs.
Her heart thudded wildly. She looked up and down the hall. There was nowhere to hide except for another room. What if it had rats, too?
“Kayla?” Jude’s panic-stricken face came into view as he neared the top of the stairs.
“Jude? What are you—”
“I heard you scream.” He moved toward her, his dark gaze probing. “Are you all right?”
She struggled to catch her breath. “I—I did scream, didn’t I?” She slumped against the water-stained wallpapered wall.
He was beside her now. “What happened?” Concern creased his brow.
With a final gasp, she straightened but refused to look at him. “There was a pile of junk in there, and a rat ran out of it.”
“A rat?”
She nodded.
“Wait a minute. Don’t you work on old houses all the time?”
“Yes.” She lifted a shoulder. “He startled me, that’s all.”
“That’s all?” Hands perched low on his denim-clad hips, he started to pace. “You scared me half to death.”
“You? Why were you scared?”
He faced her again. “Bloodcurdling screams have a way of doing that.”
Heat crept into her cheeks. “Sorry about that. I... Wait, why were you here in the first place?”
“I wanted to look at the place in the daylight. I saw the door was open...”
“And you couldn’t have let me know you were here?”
“I’d barely walked in when you screamed.”
“Oh.” She glanced at the crusty blue-green carpet on the floor. Why did he have to show up now? Acting like a white knight, no less, hurrying to her rescue. “Well, I’m fine, so you’re free to go about your business.”
“My business is here. We may as well join forces and check the place out together.” The corners of his mouth lifted. “In case there are any more rats.”
She glared at him. “For the record, I usually carry a baseball bat when I’m at my job sites. Just in case.”
“Ever used it?”
“A couple of times.”
His lip curled. “Ew.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t pretty.” She absently played with her braid. “But seriously, I’m fine. You just go check out whatever it was you came to see.”
He studied her for a long moment. “Are you sure you shouldn’t go lie down or put your feet up or something? You had quite a scare.”
Did he really just say that? “I’m sorry, but who are you to tell me what to do?”
“I’m not trying to tell you what to do, I’m simply trying to make sure your baby is safe.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re a doctor now?”
“No, but—”
“And when was the last time you were pregnant?”
“All right, that’s it. I’ve had enough of you treating me like I’m some sort of male chauvinist pig. Can’t a guy just be concerned?”
Not when he’s too chivalrous for my own good. “Not if he keeps trying to tell me what to do.” Her days of being bullied were over.
“Since when have I tried telling you what to do?”
“You just told me to lie down and put my feet up.” She took a step closer, her father’s Irish temper getting the best of her. “So just to make things clear, not only am I not going to put my feet up, I’m going to take Lily up on her offer and turn this hotel into the greatest thing Ouray has ever seen.”
Chapter Four
What had she done?
From the passenger seat of Lily’s luxury SUV, Kayla studied the mesas in the distance as they approached Grand Junction. Why had she let Jude get to her like that?
She straightened. Because after Shane’s death, she’d promised herself that she would always stand her ground and never again allow herself to be intimidated by another person. But instead of behaving rationally, she’d dug her heels in and made a snap decision before she’d even finished looking at the building.
A decision she was now second-guessing. Renovating the Congress Hotel would be a major undertaking for even the most experienced contractor, let alone a pregnant widow plagued with self-doubt. Never mind the fact that she’d be having a baby in four months, followed by weeks of recovery. Between now and then, there would be permits to obtain, crews to hire, furniture would need to be removed...and that was all before a hammer could be swung. Throw in Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s to slow things down, and they’d have barely begun by the time the baby arrived. How would she oversee things then?
Yet, in the nearly two hours since she and Lily had left Ouray, all they’d talked about was the wedding, a pleasure Kayla had been looking forward to for weeks. But the subject of the hotel was one she could no longer avoid. Not after opening her big mouth in front of Jude.
Kayla studied the woman in the driver’s seat, the one who’d offered her the opportunity of a lifetime. Lily had way too much faith in her. What if Kayla did so
mething wrong? Cost her friend even more money? Or worse, let Lily down?
The vehicle slowed, and Kayla eyed the city limit sign. And to think, she used to be so bold. Approaching life and all it offered with such confidence. But thanks to her bad choices, that girl no longer existed.
She cleared her throat. “So...about the hotel project.”
Lily glanced her way, her expectant smile instantaneous. “Have you made a decision?”
“Um...have you thought this through, Lily? Like I said, it may be a month or more before anyone could even get started. By then we’ll be rolling into the holidays, and shortly after that the baby will be here.”
“Something I can hardly wait for.” Her green eyes fixed on the road ahead, Lily beamed like a proud aunt. And while they weren’t related by blood, Lily was the closest thing Kayla’s child would have to an aunt.
“You realize this baby’s arrival is likely to keep me away from the job site for several weeks while I recover, right? I mean, I might be able to pop in occasionally, but that’s it.”
Lily eased onto a side street, her brow furrowing. “You don’t want to do it, do you?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to. Any other time I’d kill for a job like this. I’d be working for you. Best boss ever. But I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Lily reached for Kayla’s hand. “Sweetie, I considered everything you mentioned before I asked you to be my contractor. It’s not like I have a deadline for this project. I just want to see the hotel brought back to life, because right now it’s a sad piece of Ouray’s history that’s slowly going away.”
Kayla couldn’t argue with that. Back when she and Jude used to walk the town, studying the older buildings, he’d told her that the Congress Hotel had been an integral part of Ouray. Built in the early 1890s, it survived the depression years of the silver crisis that struck in 1893, thrived during the Gold Rush later in the decade and carried Ouray into the twentieth century. Kayla didn’t want to see it vanish either. Not when it still had so much potential.
Lily pulled into a small parking lot, and Kayla glanced at the brick building in front of them as they came to a stop. Discussion of the hotel would have to wait. This appointment was about Lily and her special day.
“I can’t wait to see your dress.”
“Mine?” Her friend killed the engine. “You haven’t even seen yours yet.”
“No.” Kayla had simply sent her measurements. “But I trust your judgment.”
Lily reached for her door, then paused, looking at Kayla over her shoulder. “Just like I trust yours.”
While Kayla knew what her friend was saying, there was a lot of difference between a historic building and a bridesmaid dress.
Outside the vehicle, the sun touched her skin, warming her as the two made their way inside the shop. The owner, a well-dressed silver-haired woman Kayla guessed to be in her sixties, promptly greeted them.
“Lily, I’m so glad to see you again.” The woman enveloped Lily in a brief hug.
“Monique, this is Kayla, my matron of honor.”
Smiling, Monique clasped her hands against her ample chest. “Kayla, you are even more beautiful than Lily said you were.” Her gaze lowered. “And that little girl growing inside of you will be just as lovely as her mother.”
Kayla laid a hand atop her belly. “Oh, I don’t know what I’m having.”
The woman gasped, touching the tips of her fingers to her mouth. “I’m sorry, I’ve given it away.” She winked at Lily then, wagging a finger. “But I am never wrong.” With that, she turned and sashayed toward the U-shaped counter in the center of the space.
Kayla and Lily exchanged a look before Lily shrugged and followed Monique.
“Would either of you care for a snack before we get started?” Monique held out a silver tray adorned with hors d’oeuvres and miniature cupcakes.
Considering it was almost two and Kayla hadn’t had anything since breakfast, she helped herself to a finger sandwich while Lily went for a cupcake.
“If you ladies will excuse me for one moment.” Monique set the tray on the counter before disappearing into a back room.
Nibbling on her chicken salad sandwich, Kayla took in the array of dresses on display in the upscale shop. Princess gowns, strapless gowns, mermaid and sheath dresses. Some were covered in lace while others sparkled with jewels. Good thing she’d ditched her overalls for a pair of black yoga pants and a short-sleeved tunic top. Not exactly the height of fashion, but at least she didn’t look like a construction worker.
Sandwich devoured, she returned for a cupcake. She recalled the joy of choosing the perfect dress for her wedding. If only the memories of her marriage were as pleasurable. Shortly after Shane’s death, she’d opted to donate her gown to Goodwill, praying it might serve as a sweet remembrance for the next person who wore it.
“Come look at this, Kayla.”
She joined Lily in a far corner of the shop where numerous wedding photos adorned a brick wall.
“I love the rustic arbor in this photo.” Lily pointed.
“That is pretty.” Kayla eyed the simple squared arch made of cedar. “Is that what you’re planning to have?”
“No.” Her friend faced her. “All the planner had to offer was one that was painted white. I wanted something with character. You know, that has that rustic feel.”
Kayla nodded at the photograph. “Well, that would definitely do the trick.” And if they were back in Denver, she could easily create one just like it. But without her power tools or a place to do it...
“Oh, well.” Her friend shrugged. “There’s not much I can do about it now.” She inched closer, a twinkle in her green eyes. “So, I guess you’re having a girl.”
Kayla scanned the area to make sure Monique was no where in sight. “You don’t really believe her, do you?”
“She says she’s never wrong.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“True. But a little girl would be so much fun. Just think of all the cute—”
“Ladies, I have your dresses ready.” Monique waved them toward the dressing rooms.
Kayla waited as Lily slipped into her dress, helped her with the zipper, then stared at her friend. The simple ivory cap-sleeved satin sheath dress was as elegant and understated as the woman wearing it. “Lily, it’s perfect.”
“You think so?” She glanced at her profile in the mirror, smoothing a hand over the nipped waist.
“It’s sophisticated and classic. Just like you.”
“Not too much for a rustic wedding?”
“Never.”
Lily grinned. “Your turn.”
“Okay.” Kayla hurried into the next room to don her dress.
A few minutes later, Kayla joined her friend at the mirrors in the main part of the store, feeling somewhat uneasy. Though the long flowing dress with a fitted bodice and off-the-shoulder sleeves exceeded her expectations for a maternity gown, it was a far cry from the jeans and T-shirts she was used to wearing.
A grinning Lily tugged her in front of the mirror. “You look absolutely stunning.”
Kayla wasn’t sure about that. “It’s been a long time since I’ve worn something so feminine.”
“Do you like it?”
She pondered her reflection a moment. “It is flattering.” It even camouflaged her baby bump. “And I love the color.”
“Me, too.” Lily peered at the shop’s owner. “Monique and I agreed that plum was the perfect shade for you.”
The older woman set to work then, scrutinizing the fit of each of their dresses, making certain they were just so.
Once they’d changed back into their regular clothes, Lily and Kayla grabbed their dresses, said their goodbyes and climbed into Lily’s vehicle for the drive back to Ouray.
“I have a confe
ssion to make.” Kayla eyed her friend as they began to pull out of the parking lot.
“Uh-oh.” Lily put on the brakes. “You hate the dress, don’t you?”
“No, not at all. There’s just something I haven’t told you.”
Still skeptical, her friend continued down the road. “And that would be...?”
“I kinda already told Jude I was going to accept your job offer.”
Knuckles white around the steering wheel, Lily said, “What do you mean, you kind of told him?”
“I got mad when he started trying to tell me what to do.”
Stopping at the corner, Lily looked right then left before making her turn. “Telling you what to do? Like what?”
“When I was at the hotel this morning, something startled me, and I screamed. Jude came rushing to my rescue, then suggested I go put my feet up so the baby wouldn’t be stressed.”
Lily laughed then.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because I can totally hear Jude saying that. And Noah and Clint... That’s the Stephens men for you. Gentlemen to the core, thanks to their mother. Or so I’ve been told.”
“Yeah, well, it gets annoying.”
Lily reached across the console to lay a hand on her arm. “Kayla, Jude’s not Shane. He wouldn’t try to make you do anything you didn’t want to do.” She glanced her way. “But then, I think you already know that.”
Somewhere deep inside, she did. Recent history had her on high alert, though. “I not only refused to put my feet up, I told him I was going to turn the hotel into the greatest thing Ouray had ever seen.”
A slow smile split her friend’s face. “Does this mean...?”
She nodded. “If you’re certain, then I guess so.”
“Yay! Now we’ll really have something to celebrate tonight.”
“What’s tonight?”
“We’re all having dinner at the ranch. Didn’t I tell you?”
“No...” She would have remembered that. And then tried to come up with a way to bow out so she wouldn’t have to face Jude again today.
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