The Country Guesthouse (Sullivan's Crossing #5)(18)

“Oh, yes,” she said. “And Noah slept through the night for the first time in a long time. I think all that activity is good for his muscles.”

“Have you had breakfast?” Owen asked.

“I could make us some. Noah has already had cereal. As you probably witnessed, keeping him in till a reasonable hour was pretty tough. You want some eggs?”

“Since Noah has eaten, we can have another cup of coffee, comb our hair, lock up Romeo and go to town to the diner. Best breakfast anywhere.”

“Is that what you normally do?” she asked.

“I’m known to make an appearance now and then. But after breakfast I’d like to go to an aquatic shop in Colorado Springs. We’re going to get wet suits, me and Noah. I was reading about diplegia. Swimming is great. We could find a pool but look out there, we have the best pool.”

She was speechless.

He leaned toward her. “That lake doesn’t warm up until July, I swear. And we can’t get in there and learn swimming and come out with nuts. Well, I suppose you can.” Then he smiled boyishly.

“Sounds like another very big day,” she said. “When are we going to see your pictures? And what you’re working on?”

“After a little breakfast and a shopping trip,” he said.

She stood. “Ready for a little more coffee? And incidentally, my hair is combed.”

“It looks beautiful,” he said. “I meant to add that.” When she brought back the coffee, he asked, “Did you think about what kinds of things you wanted to do while you’re here?”

“Besides bond with my new partner? I’d love to do a little hiking but that might not be feasible. I’m not sure Noah is up to a lot of hiking.”

“The trails are sometimes uneven terrain,” he said. “But we can pick some easy ones and I can piggyback him when he gets tired. If you’ll carry my backpack.”

“What’s in the backpack?”

“Guess,” he said with a grin.

“Of course. You never go anywhere without a camera.”

“Everything looks like the shot of a lifetime when you don’t have your camera.”

“I had visions of reading in a hammock...”

“I’ll put up the hammock,” he said.

“What made you come here? Build here?”

“I was visiting my sister and I did a lot of hiking and some camping, though not so much of the latter. Poor woman, I told her I wanted to come for a couple of weeks and I never left. But I had taken over her basement game room—I needed a shop. I stumbled on this land for sale. It was a nice plot with a barn on it. The barn was still in decent shape and I thought I could make it an apartment. It was perfect. Then three years later I built the house, don’t ask me why. Because I could. It’s an investment. I should probably live in the barn and sell the house but I just can’t.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Well, I like it a lot. But the bigger question is, what if I sell it and don’t like my neighbors?”

She just shook her head. “You’re a very strange man.”

“I know it,” he said. “I’m going to go put some jeans on. I’m hungry. Does Noah have to change?”

“No, but I do. I’ll be right with you.”

Before they left, Owen put Romeo in the barn. “I’ll be back in about four hours.” Then he closed the door. Noah was standing there, openmouthed. “Romeo can tell time,” Owen said. “Know how I know?” Noah shook his head. “If I’m late he gives me the cold shoulder, like he’s mad about something.”

“Really?”

“That’s what I think,” Owen said. “Let’s get going—I shouldn’t be late getting back.”

Breakfast at the diner was very successful. Hannah was stuffed. It was so good she kept eating long past the need. She had some kind of breakfast sandwich—eggs, cheese, peppers, onions and sausage inside thick bread that was grilled. It was amazing and she moaned for a half hour afterward.

The trip to the aquatic supply store was not quite as successful. Owen, at six foot five, was not able to find a wet suit in his size, and Noah, at five years old, could not find one. Only Hannah, who had not been convinced she should have one, found a wet suit that fit. But the manager measured them and said he could find wet suits and have them shipped to Owen’s address. “Priority, please,” Owen said. “We only have a little over a week left before Noah and Hannah leave and we want to get in some serious swimming before that.”

Then they were off to Owen’s barn to see his pictures. Some of them anyway.

Hannah didn’t mention that before dropping off to sleep the night before, she had raided Owen’s library. She’d had a hunch there would be samplings of his work and she was right, though they were hardly prominently displayed. Owen’s house had a very small library, possibly eight by ten feet. There were floor-to-ceiling shelves and one overstuffed leather chair and ottoman with a standing lamp behind it and a small table at the right hand. But it was chockablock full of books and she found his lovely narrated photo books tucked neatly into one corner. Trees, flowers, exotic food, native costumes, weddings around the world and, of course, the landscape and wildlife of Colorado. She carried them off to the bedroom to page through them.