I drew in a breath. I could do this. I liked a challenge. I needed a challenge. Something to get my mind off of Tommy and help me reinvent my life.
“It’s unlikely that you can live in the house in its current state,” he said. “But there is a renovated apartment in the boathouse. It’s small, but your grandmother said it’s nice enough. She used to live there when she would visit Charming Cove.”
Excellent. That solved my biggest problem. Now I just had to fix up Lavender House.
Chapter
Four
Isobel
Fortunately, my grandmother had also left me a car. The little Vauxhall was old but in good condition, and Poa reported that the passenger seat was sufficiently comfortable. She made sure I knew it wasn’t perfect, but that it would do for now—until I could get something better, as she’d put it.
She’d be waiting a while.
Since the meeting with the solicitor hadn’t lasted long and I had nowhere else to stay, we’d departed St. Ives in the midafternoon after getting the car jump-started. Fortunately, it was full of petrol. I didn’t have the cash to fill it up, and the solicitor had said I wouldn’t have access to my new accounts until tomorrow.
“It’s time for a new life,” I said to Poa as we drove down the country lanes to the southern coast of Cornwall. I’d lowered the windows, and the cool autumn breeze blew my hair back from my face.
Poa also had her face turned up, the wind blowing through her whiskers. Good, because your life was really sad.
“Harsh.” I shrugged. “But true.”
But now I had a chance to reinvent myself. The thought of Tommy made me sad, but not in the way I’d expected. I’d miss the idea of him, but if I were honest with myself, our relationship hadn’t been good in a long time. I was sadder for the years that I’d wasted on him.
But no more.
Charming Cove awaited me, along with the challenge of a lifetime.
By the time we arrived, the sun had set, and a chill nipped the air. It was too dark to really see Lavender House, which sat on top of a rocky hill overlooking the sea, but I could see the shadows of it. The building was bigger than I’d expected, and worry tugged at me. A month wasn’t a long time, especially if it would be difficult to get help.
I shook the thought away. Nope! I was going to be positive. The ability to see the good side of things had always been one of my strengths, and I would lean into that.
The lane led down to the sea, where a large rectangular stone building sat on a rocky ledge just a stone’s throw from the water. The solicitor had called it a boathouse, and I could see why. A wide path led from a huge door on the seaward side of the house to a ramp down into the water.
Do you think there will be boats inside?
I looked over at Poa, who peered out the window with skepticism. “Maybe. Do you not like boats?”
I’m not too fond of water, so no, I don’t like boats.
“I’ll be sure to get rid of them for you.”
Liar.
I laughed. “Yep. But you don’t have to ride in them.”
I pulled the car into the gravel parking area near the back of the boathouse and climbed out. It was actually a pretty big building, with several large windows and a heavy wooden door that would hopefully open with the key the solicitor had given me. The peaked roof was tiled in rough slate, and there was a little window right at the top. Fading roses climbed the walls of the house, and with the sea crashing on the rocks in the background, the place would probably be beautiful in the summer.
I caught sight of the light that shone through the window to the far right. Had someone stopped by to turn it on for me? That was kind, but who had it been?
Unlock the door. I’m ready for a nap by a fire.
“Hold your horses, I’m getting there.” I pulled the key from my pocket and went to the door.
It slipped easily into the lock and gave a satisfying click when I turned it. The heavy door swung open on well-oiled hinges, and the scent of freshly cut wood washed over me as I stepped inside. The light that I’d seen shining from the corner of the building illuminated two large shapes covered by tarps.
Boats? They had to be.
Large electrical tools sat against the walls, hulking machines that must have cost a fortune. Nothing looked dusty or out of use like I’d expected in my grandmother’s abandoned boathouse. Had someone been working here until her death?
Poa sniffed disdainfully. We must remove those. Replace them with cushy couches.
“We’re staying upstairs,” I said. “And whoever is working will be gone now that I own the place. We’ll talk to them about getting the machinery out later.” Or maybe I could rent the boathouse to them once Lavender House was fixed up. I wouldn’t turn down any extra income, especially the kind I didn’t have to work for.
Poa stalked past the tarp-covered boats and found a set of stairs that led to the upper floor. I followed her, my footsteps creaking on the wood, then entered the tiny flat and flipped on the light switch. The golden glow illuminated a cluttered interior. It took me a minute to see that there was a method to the madness. The room wasn’t actually messy—my grandmother had just been intensely committed to knickknacks. They littered every surface, tiny figurines and vases and shells. The faint smell of dust filled the air, and closer inspection revealed that it covered everything in sight. Whoever was keeping the downstairs tidy wasn’t worried about the flat above.
I blew out a breath. This, in itself, would be a job.
Now this is what I’m talking about. Poa strolled toward one of the cushy couches and jumped up. A cloud of dust poofed around her, and she gave a delicate sneeze, then began to knead the cushion.
“This is your style?” I asked.
What’s not to like? She looked around. The dust is a bit much, but everything else is perfection. Right next to her, the porcelain figurine of a milkmaid with freakishly angelic features smiled at me with an expression that looked more like a grimace. Poa stared at it approvingly.
Fantastic. My cat has the style of a ninety-year-old woman who collected haunted bric-a-brac. She wasn’t going to be pleased when I cleaned the place out, but I didn’t mention my plan to her. It would have to wait until I was finished with Lavender House, anyway.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I told her, but she was already asleep.
I left her on the couch and explored the rest of the flat, finding a little kitchen with a view overlooking the water and a bedroom with spare bedding in the closet. I changed out the dusty duvet for the less-dusty option, then found fresh towels and a dressing gown in the bathroom closet. They’d been protected from the dust, and though the dressing gown was more suited to Poa’s style than my own, I wanted to wear something clean.