Anna and Claudia stood on either side of her.
For moral support? The fact that they thought she needed moral support suggested Erica wasn’t as cool about this situation as she seemed. Maybe Noah was right.
Anna with the brown eyes gave Erica’s arm a reassuring squeeze, and Erica took a deep breath and stepped into the room.
Hattie said nothing. After that last encounter, it was better to stay silent.
She felt Noah’s arm brush against hers and realized he was probably waiting for the right moment to make a rapid exit.
She gave him a quick smile. “You probably need to be getting back.”
“I’m in no hurry.” He stood firm, and she felt a rush of gratitude to him for staying by her side in such a difficult moment. She was lucky to have Noah, and also lucky that her momentary lapse of restraint in the barn hadn’t ruined things between them.
Erica gave him a long look, but that wasn’t entirely surprising. Women of all ages had a habit of looking at Noah. Hattie saw it whenever the community got together to celebrate something. He was a favorite with everyone, from teenagers to grandmothers, as well as everyone in between. It could have been because he was tall and solid, with friendly eyes and a smile to match, or maybe it was because of his calm temperament that never seemed to be shaken up no matter how strongly the winds of life blew around him.
Hattie was grateful for that calm now.
“I’m Noah.” He introduced himself. “I’m a friend of Hattie’s.”
“Erica.” Erica introduced her friends and then turned her attention to the bookshelves. “This room is fabulous.” Her gaze tracked along the books, took in the flickering fire and the sparkle of the Christmas tree. “This is the space you mentioned we could use for our book club meeting?”
“Yes.” Hattie held herself stiffly and Erica seemed equally uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry about earlier.”
“You don’t need to apologize.” If she thought of herself as an innkeeper, and not a relative, it would help her create the distance she needed. “It’s important to me that your Christmas break is perfect. If the Maple Sugar Inn isn’t the right place for you, then of course you should leave and find somewhere else. I can make some calls if that would help. There are a couple of other pretty inns close by. One of them has a good restaurant. They may be able to accommodate you.”
Never let it be said that she bore grudges. Or maybe she did. Occasionally, she did curse Brent for leaving her to deal with Stephanie and Chef Tucker. But she hid it well.
Her offer of accommodation was met with silence and she saw the other woman—Claudia with the short, choppy hair—poke Erica sharply in the ribs.
“There’s nothing wrong with the inn,” Erica said. “It’s perfect.”
Which meant that she, Hattie, was the problem. Great.
She stood up straighter. “I was wrong to knock on your door.”
“You weren’t wrong.” Erica glanced at Anna, as if this conversation was something they’d rehearsed. “You took me by surprise, and I’m not great with surprises. Also, this whole situation is complicated.” She cleared her throat. “Emotionally complicated. And I’m not great with that, either.” That hint of vulnerability softened something inside Hattie. She forgot about her earlier resolve to say nothing.
“If you’re not leaving tonight, then would you like to sit down and talk for a while? Glass of wine? I’ll ask Chef to produce a plate of his delicious nibbles.” No doubt he’d scowl at her, but she’d weather it.
Erica gave a tentative nod. “I’d like that.”
Hattie felt warmth spread through her. They were going to talk. That was a start.
“Great. I should just check on my daughter, and then—”
The door flew open again, and this time it was Chloe who stood there. She was holding Delphi’s hand and there was panic in her eyes.
“Sorry to burst in, but Hattie, you need to come right now. It’s an emergency.”
Now what? The universe obviously hated her.
Delphi sprinted across to her and Hattie scooped her up. No matter that her daughter was growing taller and heavier by the day. If she wanted to be hugged, then Hattie was going to hug her.
“An emergency?” She held Delphi tightly. “Is it a guest?”
“No. Much worse. Chef Tucker threw a pan at the sous-chef and she walked out. Stephanie got involved, and had a terrible fight with Chef and he has also walked out. Actually, he drove, if we’re being literal. He took his truck and was last seen vanishing toward town. Which is a problem on many levels, because the restaurant is full this evening and we have no one in charge of the kitchen. The rest of the staff are panicking. Fortunately, the guests are so far blissfully unaware, but Stephanie is having one of her rants—”
Right on cue, Stephanie arrived at the door. “That’s it! I hope he has gone for good, but if he hasn’t then you need to fire him and I demand an apology. He may be a creative genius, but I will not be spoken to the way that man spoke to me this evening, and in front of staff, too.”
Delphi pressed her hands over her ears and cringed closer to Hattie. “Too shouty.”
Hattie didn’t disagree. She held Delphi close, rubbing her back with her hand.
“I can see you’re upset, Stephanie, and we’re going to figure this out. But we all need to stay calm.”
“Stay calm? Would you stay calm if a man called you an uptight, frigid b—”
Fortunately, Delphi’s crying drowned out the rest of the sentence. To complicate the situation further, Rufus, hearing the shouting, came shooting into the room barking, checking which of his family needed his protection.
Seeing Delphi safe with Hattie, he stopped barking and growled.
Stephanie took a step backward. “And that dog is a health hazard.”
Delphi buried her face in Hattie’s neck. “Shouty, shouty—”
Hattie tightened her arms protectively. “Please lower your voice, Stephanie.”
“Who is running this business? You or that child? Or is it the dog? There are days when I wonder. It puts a whole new spin on the phrase going to the dogs, and this place most definitely is.”
Hattie’s head was splitting. Right now her daughter was the priority because until she’d soothed Delphi, she wasn’t going to be able to have a rational conversation, and she couldn’t calm Delphi while Stephanie was shouting.
She was about to suggest that Stephanie wait in her office, when Anna stepped forward. She held a pretty decoration in her hand.
“Delphi? I found this on the floor. It must have fallen off the tree. Do you know where it was hanging?”
Delphi cautiously lifted her damp face from Hattie’s shoulder.
She looked at Anna and seemed to like what she saw because she released her choke hold on Hattie’s neck.
“No.” Her breath came in jerks. “D-don’t know.”
“I love decorating trees.” Anna’s smile was kind. “It’s my favorite thing. I’m sure you love it, too, am I right?”
Delphi sniffed. “Yes.”