by Jill Lynn
She eased her truck to a stop in front of an impressive sea-foam-green Victorian home with loads of intricate millwork and a gracious front porch. Since Lily’s SUV was parked in the drive, this had to be the place.
Kayla turned off the ignition, stepped out of her vehicle and stretched as she drew in a deep breath of mountain air. The clouds had disappeared, leaving a beautiful autumn day in their wake.
She moved up the walk, onto the porch and rang the bell.
A few moments later, Lily swung the antique-oak-and-leaded-glass door wide. Her long reddish-blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her smile was wide. “Kayla!” She hugged her. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me, too.” It did her heart good to see her friend so happy. In recent years, Lily had endured some tough times. Yet, through it all, she’d clung to her faith. And now she’d found a man who shared that faith and recognized Lily for the special woman she was.
Kayla could only hope to be so fortunate.
Lily released her. “Where’s your stuff?”
“In the truck.”
“Well, let’s get you unpacked because I have something I can’t wait to show you.”
“Such as?” Kayla watched her friend as they started off the porch.
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
When they returned with her things, another woman stood just inside the door, holding a tiny baby.
“Look who’s finally awake.” Lily grinned at the child, setting Kayla’s suitcase on the wooden floor. “Kayla, this is Carly, my soon-to-be sister-in-law.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Kayla.” The woman had blond curls and smiled warmly, her countenance one of contentment.
“And this little guy here—” Lily reached for the babe’s fisted hand “—is Lucas.”
Moving closer, Kayla couldn’t stop staring. From his downy dark hair to his barely there nose and slow-motion movements... “He’s so little. How old is he?”
“Five weeks tomorrow,” said Carly.
Kayla could hardly believe that in only four short months, she’d be holding her own baby.
“When are you due?” Carly noted her belly.
“February.”
“Do you know what you’re having?”
“No, she does not.” Lily frowned. “And the suspense is killing me.”
Clearing her throat, Kayla regarded her friend. “As a very wise person recently said to me, you’ll just have to wait and see.”
“Fine.” Lily rolled her green eyes and reached for the suitcase. “Come on, I’ll show you your room.” She started for the stairs that swept up one side of the parlor.
“Kayla, I put you in the Hayden Room,” Carly called after them from the parlor below. “Not only does it have a great view, it’s the farthest away from our room down here, so you shouldn’t hear the baby.”
“I’m sure it’ll be perfect. Although, I guess I should get used to hearing a baby’s cry.” She’d be alone, after all. A truth she sometimes found rather terrifying.
“Ah, don’t rush it.” The blonde looked lovingly at her child, then back to Kayla. “Enjoy the uninterrupted sleep while you can.”
Entering the room at the end of the hall, Lily set the suitcase on the plush gray carpet. “What do you think?”
Kayla moved behind her. “This is gorgeous.” From the magnificent view through antique glass to the four-poster queen bed with luxurious bedding...
“Check out the claw-foot tub in the bathroom.” Lily nodded in the general direction.
Dropping her hanging clothes and overnight case onto the antique settee, Kayla hurried into the adjoining bathroom with its black-and-white mosaic floor, white beadboard wainscoting and, yes, a claw-foot tub.
“Lily, I may never want to leave this place.”
Her friend appeared in the doorway. “Are you referring to your room or Ouray?”
“My room. Though Ouray is pretty inviting, too.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that.” Turning, a grinning Lily moved back into the bedroom.
As if Kayla wouldn’t follow. “Why?”
Lily crossed to the clothes Kayla had left on the settee and picked them up. “Because I have a proposition for you.” She opened the door of the small closet and hung them on the rod.
“What kind of proposition?” Kayla eased onto the side of the bed, her fingers digging into the softness.
“Are you familiar with the old Congress Hotel?”
“White wooden structure on the other side of town?”
“That’s the one.”
“I think I went inside it once. As I recall, it had some pretty cool features.”
“Yes, it does.” Lily met her gaze. “Which is only part of the reason I bought it.”
Kayla’s eyes went wide. “You bought it? What kind of shape is it in? I mean, it wasn’t that great seven years ago.”
“And it’s been closed up for at least the last five, so I’m sure it’s even worse than you remember.”
“Yet you bought it?”
“Kayla, I have fallen in love with Ouray. It’s my home. And that hotel is a part of this town’s history. A history that needs to be preserved for future generations. I want to restore it to its former glory.”
“You’re going to restore it?” While Kayla had no doubt that Lily could afford such a venture, she couldn’t quite picture her wealthy friend wielding a hammer, let alone refinishing floors.
“Not me personally. I’m going to hire someone to do the work.”
“Okay, so what does that have to do with me? You want me to help you find a general contractor?”
“Sort of.” Looking rather sheepish, Lily sat down next to her. “I’d like you to be that contractor.”
“Lily, a restoration like that could take months. Maybe years.”
“I’m aware of that. And I know the baby is coming and everything, but you know historical renovations better than anyone. I mean, you’ve been doing them for years.”
“Lily, I’ve never been a general contractor before.”
“You didn’t have the title, but you certainly had all the duties. That’s why you always talked about starting your own business.” Lily lifted a shoulder. “Even contemplated doing it somewhere other than Denver.”
Lily was the only person in this world Kayla would have shared that with.
“This could give you that fresh start you’ve been looking for. An opportunity to view life from a different angle. I mean, just look at how Ouray has changed my life.”
It all sounded wonderful. Too good to be true. But after seeing Jude...
Kayla eyed her friend. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you?”
The corners of Lily’s mouth lifted. “Been running this conversation through my head for weeks.”
“Seriously? You have a wedding to plan and you’re dwelling on a conversation with me?”
“I wouldn’t call it dwelling. More like carefully calculating so I’m sure to play up all the right points.”
Where would she be if God hadn’t brought this woman into her life? She nudged Lily with her elbow. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“Sweetie, you’re the sister I never had.”
“If that’s the case, then you’re the annoying sister.”
“A distinction I will wear proudly.” Lily paused, her expression turning serious. “So, what do you say?”
“Let me see the place first. After I put my feet up for a few and grab a snack.”
“You do look a little tired.” Bottom lip pooched out, Lily reached for her hand. “And here I am, pushing you to do all sorts of stuff. I’m sorry.”
Kayla set her free hand atop Lily’s. “You’re just excited, that’s all.”
“Still, that doesn’t
give me the right to be rude.” Her friend stood. “You take all the time you need. Though I should tell you that Carly just made an apple crisp that is to die for.”
“Ah, that’s what I smelled downstairs. Made my stomach growl.”
“That happens when you’re eating for two.” Lily moved toward the door. “I’ll see you in a bit.” She reached for the knob and started to pull it closed.
“Lily?” Kayla rested her back against the plethora of pillows and stretched her legs out on the bed.
“Yes?”
She grabbed a throw pillow, hugging it against her chest. “Don’t expect me to give you an answer right away. I’ll have to think on this one awhile.”
Lily grinned. “I know you will. And I’ll be praying that God will lead us both to the right decision.”
Copyright © 2019 by Melinda Obenhaus
ISBN-13: 9781488043062
The Bull Rider’s Secret
Copyright © 2019 by Jill Buteyn
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