Page 69 of Meet Me on Blueberry Hill

Chapter Thirteen

Asher didn’t trust easily, but more than anything, he wanted to trust the weather forecaster’s prediction that the storm would hold off until their first tour was completed.

He eyed the dense, steely-gray clouds that lumbered across the sky. The morning air felt heavy and somewhat suffocating. Or maybe that was the bow tie cinched around his neck.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fingered the buttons on his waistcoat, or tailcoat, whatever kind of coat Sadie had called it. He just had to remember he was playing a part.

He tried to shake off the apprehension swirling in his gut. Nerves. A lot was riding on this tour.

Eliza had texted to say her parents would be back on island in a couple of days, so everything needed to run smoothly. That way he could share the success with them when they returned home.

The wind stirred the upturned leaves, sending a shower of green over him. He eyed the sky once more and ran a finger between his throat and his collar.

Sadie rested a hand on his arm. “It’s just a breeze. Let’s keep an eye on the weather and stay with our schedule.” She lifted afabric tote bag. “I bought some emergency ponchos at Smith’s Hardware in case we need them.”

“Ever the optimist, aren’t you? Always prepared.” He meant his words to be teasing, but with the tightness in his throat, they came out more as a growl.

The light in Sadie’s eyes dimmed as her fingers tightened on the strap of the bag.

Way to go, jerk.

He faced Sadie. “That’s not what I meant. Besides, have I told you how beautiful you look today?”

With her dark hair pinned up under her fancy hat and the way her dress highlighted her tiny waist, it would be a wonder if he was able to concentrate on driving the carriage. At least Ginger and Gus didn’t need much guidance from him. They could lead a carriage in their sleep.

Her eyes lifted and brightened. “Only about four times already, but I’ll take it. Thank you.” She ran a hand over the front of his coat. “You look pretty sharp yourself. The hat’s going to be a hit with the ladies.”

He situated the bowler hat on his head in a jaunty fashion, then raised an eyebrow. “Well, in that case…”

She swatted him playfully on the chest. “Your humility is overwhelming.”

Asher pulled his phone out of the front pocket of his trousers, the device a complete contradiction to his clothing. He checked the time, then glanced at the crowd forming in front of the livery. Looked like he’d be driving the carriage all day.

Wiping his damp palm on his thigh, he turned to Sadie. “Should we load up?”

Nodding, she smiled. “You’ve got this.”

He appreciated her confidence in him, especially knowing what was at stake for him…Or at least all that he’d been willing to tell her.

As he climbed onto the coachman’s box and picked up the reins, guilt gnawed at him.

He still needed to come clean.

After his aunt and uncle arrived.

Then he’d be able to pass the carriages over to them and take a step back. He’d confess everything to Sadie and let the chips fall where they may…or whatever that cliché was.

Truth was, keeping secrets was a burden he was ready to release.

Behind him, the carriage squeaked and swayed as the passengers boarded under Sadie’s calm instructions. As they settled in their seats, she offered coffee and hot chocolate from Good Day Coffee, passed out lightweight blankets to stave off the chill in the air, and gave an overview of what to expect.

She was definitely the right person to partner with for these tours. Maybe she’d consider staying once Hetty was moving on her own.

The wind picked up, causing the tree limbs to bow. A strong gust flicked his hat off his head and sent it rolling down the cobblestone street.

He hopped down and glanced at Sadie. “I’ll be right back.”

Laughter from the passengers followed him as he chased the hat down the street like something from a cartoon. He finally caught it, perched it on his fist, and used the sleeve of his coat to brush off the leaves and dirt.

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