would give those guests full access to Sycamore House's main floor. Jeff was beginning to get quite a few requests for lodging and Polly knew that once the rooms were finished, they would begin to fill.
Her dream of having a place where people could dream big dreams and make them a reality without the stress of everyday living had come true. Sycamore House was more than she could have imagined a year ago when she began to design that dream. Henry Sturtz had been the biggest part of it, coming into her life as her contractor and sticking around as a friend and now as something much more, even though Polly wasn't yet ready to label it.
Suddenly she turned on him, "Alright. If I tell this woman to come to Bellingwood so I can meet her, will you be there with me?"
"Of course I will," he said.
"Maybe it's time," she mused.
"Time to meet her?"
"No. Time to move Dad's things here. I think most of it will fit into the garage until I sort through it. You know there's a lot of equipment from his shop, right?"
"I assumed."
"Will you help me figure out what to do with it all?"
"Certainly. Polly, you know I'll do anything for you."
Polly pushed his leg down then slid over beside him and felt him wrap his arm around her shoulder.
"Thank you for tonight," she said.
"I didn't do anything."
"Yes you did, and you know it. So, thank you.”
CHAPTER TWO
Rising early to work with the horses was easier now than it had been when they first arrived, but she still moaned when her alarm rang beside her ear. Polly and Eliseo had grown comfortable with each other as they spent time with the four Percherons. Her body had finally gotten used to hauling hay and feed and this summer she had begun learning to ride.
Eliseo was incredibly patient with her and with the horses. She couldn't believe how lucky she’d been that he chose her barn to sleep in last spring when he came into town with nowhere to stay. The man had grown up with horses and was the one who figured out that the Percherons had been extensively trained to team work. They were all comfortable with a saddle on their backs and while Polly was least comfortable riding Nan, Eliseo made sure she got on each of the four. Polly enjoyed riding Demi most of all. He seemed to know she was a novice and when she forgot what signals to give, waited patiently for her to figure it out.
Nan, on the other hand, was independent and bull-headed. The only person who comfortably rode her was Eliseo. As soon as he was on her back, a few pats on her neck and some quiet words settled her.
Polly found a note that had been slid underneath the front door to her apartment. She opened it and read, "Polly, we have a surprise for you when you come down to the barn. Hurry!"
Jason signed it with his name and a flourish. Polly loved Sylvie's two boys. Jason was about to turn thirteen and Andrew was nine. They were well-spoken and polite boys whose mother wouldn't tolerate anything less. It made it easy for Polly to open her home to them while Sylvie took classes. They took care of her animals while she worked and Jason had fallen in love with her horses. He looked up to Eliseo and followed him around the barn as often as he could get down there.
Once school was out, the boys spent their days at Sycamore House. Sylvie was grateful they weren't stuck in a small apartment and Polly enjoyed the companionship and additional life they brought to everything that happened during the day.
She pulled her boots on and left the note on the table in the entryway.
"Obiwan, you have to wait this morning. If this is what I think it is, I don't want you to spook either Jason or the horses. I'll be back." She shut the door on the poor dog as he sat there looking up at her.
When she opened Sycamore House's side door, there was no activity outside of the barn, so she headed on down, through the gates and pens.
Polly opened the main door to the barn and smiled. Jason's grin was immense when
Her dream of having a place where people could dream big dreams and make them a reality without the stress of everyday living had come true. Sycamore House was more than she could have imagined a year ago when she began to design that dream. Henry Sturtz had been the biggest part of it, coming into her life as her contractor and sticking around as a friend and now as something much more, even though Polly wasn't yet ready to label it.
Suddenly she turned on him, "Alright. If I tell this woman to come to Bellingwood so I can meet her, will you be there with me?"
"Of course I will," he said.
"Maybe it's time," she mused.
"Time to meet her?"
"No. Time to move Dad's things here. I think most of it will fit into the garage until I sort through it. You know there's a lot of equipment from his shop, right?"
"I assumed."
"Will you help me figure out what to do with it all?"
"Certainly. Polly, you know I'll do anything for you."
Polly pushed his leg down then slid over beside him and felt him wrap his arm around her shoulder.
"Thank you for tonight," she said.
"I didn't do anything."
"Yes you did, and you know it. So, thank you.”
CHAPTER TWO
Rising early to work with the horses was easier now than it had been when they first arrived, but she still moaned when her alarm rang beside her ear. Polly and Eliseo had grown comfortable with each other as they spent time with the four Percherons. Her body had finally gotten used to hauling hay and feed and this summer she had begun learning to ride.
Eliseo was incredibly patient with her and with the horses. She couldn't believe how lucky she’d been that he chose her barn to sleep in last spring when he came into town with nowhere to stay. The man had grown up with horses and was the one who figured out that the Percherons had been extensively trained to team work. They were all comfortable with a saddle on their backs and while Polly was least comfortable riding Nan, Eliseo made sure she got on each of the four. Polly enjoyed riding Demi most of all. He seemed to know she was a novice and when she forgot what signals to give, waited patiently for her to figure it out.
Nan, on the other hand, was independent and bull-headed. The only person who comfortably rode her was Eliseo. As soon as he was on her back, a few pats on her neck and some quiet words settled her.
Polly found a note that had been slid underneath the front door to her apartment. She opened it and read, "Polly, we have a surprise for you when you come down to the barn. Hurry!"
Jason signed it with his name and a flourish. Polly loved Sylvie's two boys. Jason was about to turn thirteen and Andrew was nine. They were well-spoken and polite boys whose mother wouldn't tolerate anything less. It made it easy for Polly to open her home to them while Sylvie took classes. They took care of her animals while she worked and Jason had fallen in love with her horses. He looked up to Eliseo and followed him around the barn as often as he could get down there.
Once school was out, the boys spent their days at Sycamore House. Sylvie was grateful they weren't stuck in a small apartment and Polly enjoyed the companionship and additional life they brought to everything that happened during the day.
She pulled her boots on and left the note on the table in the entryway.
"Obiwan, you have to wait this morning. If this is what I think it is, I don't want you to spook either Jason or the horses. I'll be back." She shut the door on the poor dog as he sat there looking up at her.
When she opened Sycamore House's side door, there was no activity outside of the barn, so she headed on down, through the gates and pens.
Polly opened the main door to the barn and smiled. Jason's grin was immense when
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