Treasure Uncovered (Bellingwood #3) Read Online Free Page B

Lydia Merritt. You absolutely amaze me. But, we need to find a desk as well."
    "What about a simple cherry writing desk. It won't be an exact match, but will be elegant on its own. A leather blotter on top will protect it from most scratches."
    "And that will also look pretty cool," Polly agreed. "Alright, do it. I'm excited!"
    Lydia smiled, "It is so much fun to work with you. And it's even more fun knowing that a lot of people are going to see my creations. I never thought I'd get hired as an interior designer. Jill thinks it is a riot."
    Jill was one of Lydia's daughters and as Beryl told it, Lydia had encouraged all of her kids to decorate their rooms using as much or as little color as they liked. She’d taught them to never be afraid of color in their lives. Lydia's tastes were classic and beautiful, but that didn't stop Jill’s from becoming an ode to the color pink when the kids were young.
    Polly's phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out. She had a text from Henry, "You did it again, didn't you."
    She showed the text to Lydia. "How did he find out so fast?" she asked.
    Lydia burbled with laughter. "I have no idea! You don't suppose Aaron told him, do you?"
    "It's not fair!" Poll y whined. "It's just not fair!"
    Before she could respond, another text came in, this one from their friend Beryl, "You're getting a reputation. I'm going to have to go to the Elevator and get in on this pool."
    She showed that one to Lydia as well and they laughed again.
    "Apparently the story is getting around," Lydia said. "By the way, when is that boy of yours supposed to be back in town?"
    "If by boy, you mean Henry, he said he'd be back sometime this weekend. He left yesterday from Arizona."
    "You're going to be glad to have him back, aren't you?"
    "I am. Having him gone for two months was probably good for me. It made me realize how important he is to me."
    Lydia opened her mouth to speak and Polly held her hand up to stop her.
    "Don't think for a minute that I'm ready to settle down into marriage. I'm not ready for anything like that. But, I might be willing to state that the rest of the single men in Bellingwood are safe for the time being."
    "We haven't had a chance to really talk about this," Lydia said.
    "No. I'm not talking about it at all. The universe can let me do what I'm doing without interfering. Right?" She pursed her lips and looked at Lydia, as if daring the woman to challenge her.
    "So, you decided that Doc Ogden isn't your cup of tea?"
    Polly giggled. "Don't get me wrong, the man is gorgeous, and I love having him around to help with the animals, but no, we don't feel right together." Polly leaned over to stage whisper to Lydia, "And besides, I think Sylvie has a little crush on him."
    "What?" Lydia said, "Our Sylvie?"
    "Yes. Our Sylvie. He danced with her several times at the hoe-down and I think her heart might have gotten a little trippy about him. She denies it, but when she picks up the boys and he's in the barn with us, she makes a point of talking to him. So, yep. She might be crushing a little on the vet."
    "Has she ever told you about her ex-husband?" Lydia asked.
    "No. She gets all sad-eyed when it comes up and then she avoids the topic. In fact, she refuses to talk about it."
    "Alright. Well, I'm not going to say anything. It's her story to tell. But, suffice it to say, she's probably a little wary of men, especially since she's working so hard to raise good young boys."
    Polly realized that Lydia wasn't going to tell her anything more and that was fine. When Sylvie was ready to talk about her past, Polly would listen. For now, it was enough that her friend was starting to come alive.
    Anna startled Polly when she came up behind her and set the plates on the table and pulled a bottle of ketchup out of her pocket. "Can I get you ladies anything else?" she asked.
    "In about twenty minutes, would you mind putting in an order for a club sandwich to go?" Polly asked.
    The girl scratched a note on her