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called out. “Back in ten.”
    Feeling clumsy and foolish, Nell followed her through the back exit and into a small garden paved with stepping-stones. A huge black cat sunned itself on one of them and blinked open one luminous gold eye as Mia stepped nimbly over.
    â€œThat’s Isis. She won’t trouble you.”
    â€œShe’s beautiful. Is the garden your work?”
    â€œYes. No place is a home without flowers. Oh, I didn’t ask—do you have transportation?”
    â€œYes, I have a car. It can loosely be called transportation.”
    â€œThat’s handy. You won’t have far to go, but it’d be troublesome to cart your goods on foot every day.” At the edge of the lot she turned left, kept up her brisk pace, passed the backs of shops, across from neatly kept houses.
    â€œMs.—I’m sorry, I don’t know your last name.”
    â€œIt’s Devlin, but I told you to call me Mia.”
    â€œMia, I’m grateful for the job. For the chance. And I can promise you, you won’t be sorry. But . . . can I ask where we’re going?”
    â€œYou need a place.” She turned a corner, stopped and gestured. “That should do it.”
    Across the narrow side street sat a little yellow house, like a cheerful sunbeam at the edge of a tiny grove of stunted trees. The shutters were white, as was the narrow strip of porch. There were flowers there, too, in a happy dance of bright summer colors.
    It sat back from the road on a neat square of lawn with trees tucking it into shade and dappled sunlight.
    â€œIs this your house?” Nell asked.
    â€œYes. For the moment.” Jingling the keys, Mia walked up the flagstone path. “I bought it last spring.”
    Had been compelled to, Mia remembered. An investment, she’d told herself. Though she, a businesswoman down to the bone, had done nothing so far about renting it out. She’d waited, just as, she understood, the house had waited.
    She unlocked the front door, stepped back. “It’s been blessed.”
    â€œExcuse me?”
    Mia only nodded. “Welcome.”
    The furnishings were sparse. A simple sofa that desperately needed re-covering, a deep-cushioned chair, a scatter of tables.
    â€œBedrooms on either side, though the one to the left is more suited to an office or study. The bathroom’s minute, but charming, and the kitchen’s been modernized and should do very well. It’s straight back. I’ve worked on the gardens, but they need more care. There’s no AC, but the furnace works. Still, you’ll be glad the fireplace works as well come January.”
    â€œIt’s wonderful.” Unable to resist, Nell wandered, poking her head in the main bedroom where a pretty bed with a white iron headboard stood. “Like a fairy cottage. You must love living here.”
    â€œI don’t live here. You do.”
    Nell turned back, slowly. There was Mia, in the center of the little room, her hands cupped together with the keys in her palm. Light beamed through the two front windows and seemed to set her hair to flame.
    â€œI don’t understand.”
    â€œYou need a place, I have a place. I live on thecliffs. I prefer it there. This is your place, for now. Don’t you feel it?”
    She only knew she felt happy, and full of nerves at the same time. And that the moment she’d stepped into the house, she’d wanted to stretch and settle, very much like the cat in the sunshine.
    â€œI can stay here?”
    â€œLife’s been hard, hasn’t it?” Mia murmured. “That you’d tremble at good fortune. You’ll pay rent, for nothing that comes free holds its value. We’ll work the terms out of your salary. Settle in. You’ll have to come back and sign forms and so on. But that can wait for the morning. Island Market is your best source for the ingredients you’ll need for tomorrow’s menu. I’ll let