way," Henry said.
Polly put her hand up to stop Henry's words. "Don't listen to him. Iowa loves me. Set the date."
She walked out into the hall with Jeff and smiled at Jerry Allen, her electrician, as he walked past her.
"I spoke with Sylvie about cooking. She agreed and is calling Hannah McKenzie to assist her."
"I'll coordinate with her." Jeff shook his head, then said, "I forgot to tell you. There's another guest coming in two weeks. You're going to want to get those other two rooms finished."
Polly stopped walking, took a deep breath and said, "Well, that did it. Now, I'm feeling overwhelmed. Is there anything else I need to know about?"
"Polly, it's only ..." he looked at the clock on his phone, "Nine o’clock in the morning. There's going to be a lot more you need to know about today."
She punched him lightly in the arm. "Thanks for all your support. I'm going upstairs to get the laundry, clean the bathrooms and spend some time divining how to decorate those other two rooms.”
Polly was on the fourth step when the front door opened and Lydia Merritt walked in. She was the first person to welcome Polly to Bellingwood, and had quickly become one of Polly's closest friends. She was quick-witted and as Polly soon discovered, a passionate mama bear when it came to her friends, her family and random small children. She and her husband, Aaron, the Sheriff, had raised five of their own kids to adulthood. Her love for people extended in triple measure to any child she came in contact with.
She saw Polly on the steps and said, "Isn't Sylvie's news great?"
"It is! I'm so glad you encouraged her. Come on upstairs. I need your advice on decorating these last two rooms."
CHAPTER TWO
Polly woke up the next morning as she had every morning since Brad and Lee Geise gave her two kittens ... warm. Her German Shepherd Labrador mix, Obiwan, continued to get bigger and bigger, and was sprawled out next to her on the bed. For some reason, Luke crawled under the blankets and slept at her feet, while Leia chose to find a warm spot between Polly and the dog. She had discovered that turning the thermostat down two more degrees at night meant she slept much better. The kittens had also introduced Polly to very early morning hours, begging her to feed them.
She wasn't looking forward to this morning's run. It was only eight degrees outside and she heard the wind whistling around the building. Polly snuggled deeper into the blankets, hoping the cats wouldn't wake up, but apparently they already sensed her wakefulness and began meowing in her face from both sides of her head.
"All right! I'll get up, but I'm not going to like it," she announced to the room and looked at the clock. "You're fifteen minutes early this morning, the heat hasn't even come up yet." She picked Luke up and held him over her head. "You're gonna be lonely for a day, buddy. Little girl has surgery this morning. Do you think you can live without her for a while?" Polly brought him down and nuzzled his face, then set him on her chest while doing the same exercise with Leia. "You're not going to like today either, but it has to be done."
Then, she said conspiratorially, "and Dr. Ogden is a hottie. So, you be good while I flirt with him." Obiwan lifted his head, harrumphed and dropped back down on the pillow beside her.
"Now, don't give me that attitude," she said to him as she put Leia back down between them. "I am not in a relationship with Henry and I reserve the right to look at gorgeous men and appreciate their finer attributes." Obiwan grunted in acknowledgment.
"Exactly," she said. "Don't be giving me any sass. I'm not about to become anyone's wife for a very long time." Her dog shut his eyes and began to snore.
Polly pulled the blankets back and shivered. "You keep my bed warm, but getting up before the rest of the place heats up is painful!" she complained.
The cats stood beside each other and watched as she pulled her
Polly put her hand up to stop Henry's words. "Don't listen to him. Iowa loves me. Set the date."
She walked out into the hall with Jeff and smiled at Jerry Allen, her electrician, as he walked past her.
"I spoke with Sylvie about cooking. She agreed and is calling Hannah McKenzie to assist her."
"I'll coordinate with her." Jeff shook his head, then said, "I forgot to tell you. There's another guest coming in two weeks. You're going to want to get those other two rooms finished."
Polly stopped walking, took a deep breath and said, "Well, that did it. Now, I'm feeling overwhelmed. Is there anything else I need to know about?"
"Polly, it's only ..." he looked at the clock on his phone, "Nine o’clock in the morning. There's going to be a lot more you need to know about today."
She punched him lightly in the arm. "Thanks for all your support. I'm going upstairs to get the laundry, clean the bathrooms and spend some time divining how to decorate those other two rooms.”
Polly was on the fourth step when the front door opened and Lydia Merritt walked in. She was the first person to welcome Polly to Bellingwood, and had quickly become one of Polly's closest friends. She was quick-witted and as Polly soon discovered, a passionate mama bear when it came to her friends, her family and random small children. She and her husband, Aaron, the Sheriff, had raised five of their own kids to adulthood. Her love for people extended in triple measure to any child she came in contact with.
She saw Polly on the steps and said, "Isn't Sylvie's news great?"
"It is! I'm so glad you encouraged her. Come on upstairs. I need your advice on decorating these last two rooms."
CHAPTER TWO
Polly woke up the next morning as she had every morning since Brad and Lee Geise gave her two kittens ... warm. Her German Shepherd Labrador mix, Obiwan, continued to get bigger and bigger, and was sprawled out next to her on the bed. For some reason, Luke crawled under the blankets and slept at her feet, while Leia chose to find a warm spot between Polly and the dog. She had discovered that turning the thermostat down two more degrees at night meant she slept much better. The kittens had also introduced Polly to very early morning hours, begging her to feed them.
She wasn't looking forward to this morning's run. It was only eight degrees outside and she heard the wind whistling around the building. Polly snuggled deeper into the blankets, hoping the cats wouldn't wake up, but apparently they already sensed her wakefulness and began meowing in her face from both sides of her head.
"All right! I'll get up, but I'm not going to like it," she announced to the room and looked at the clock. "You're fifteen minutes early this morning, the heat hasn't even come up yet." She picked Luke up and held him over her head. "You're gonna be lonely for a day, buddy. Little girl has surgery this morning. Do you think you can live without her for a while?" Polly brought him down and nuzzled his face, then set him on her chest while doing the same exercise with Leia. "You're not going to like today either, but it has to be done."
Then, she said conspiratorially, "and Dr. Ogden is a hottie. So, you be good while I flirt with him." Obiwan lifted his head, harrumphed and dropped back down on the pillow beside her.
"Now, don't give me that attitude," she said to him as she put Leia back down between them. "I am not in a relationship with Henry and I reserve the right to look at gorgeous men and appreciate their finer attributes." Obiwan grunted in acknowledgment.
"Exactly," she said. "Don't be giving me any sass. I'm not about to become anyone's wife for a very long time." Her dog shut his eyes and began to snore.
Polly pulled the blankets back and shivered. "You keep my bed warm, but getting up before the rest of the place heats up is painful!" she complained.
The cats stood beside each other and watched as she pulled her
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