The Girl From Summer Hill (Summer Hill 1)

“He is that guy,” Casey said. “Josh, meet Jack Worth, and Jack, this is Josh, my brother.”

As the two men shook hands, Josh said, “I’m not really her brother. She’s a half sister of my sister—who is also my half sister.” He picked up a heavy cooler from the truck bed.

“Interesting relationship.” Jack put a box on top of another cooler and picked them both up.

Josh put down the cooler he was carrying, set a big casserole dish on top of it, and picked it up.

Jack started to put his cooler down but Casey stepped between them. “Go, both of you. You can arm-wrestle later.”

The two men started walking side by side toward the warehouse, but then Josh stepped forward and Jack went after him. By the time they got to the doorway they were nearly running.

“Now there’s a bromance,” Casey muttered.

“Do you need some help?”

She turned to see an older woman, quite pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was slim and looked fit.

“I’d love some help, but I believe in men making themselves useful.” She turned to the vans, which were all open to reveal the tools and supplies inside; a few men were nearby. “I have food,” Casey said loudly, “and as soon as I can get it set up inside, the sooner you guys can eat it.”

Within seconds, half a dozen men were at the truck, picking up containers and carrying them inside.

The woman laughed. “I’m Olivia, and maybe I can help you set up.”

“I’m Casey, and that would be great.” They started walking toward the open doors of the warehouse. “Did you drive in for the auditions?”

“Oh, no,” Olivia said. “I was born and bred in Summer Hill. I came with my daughter-in-law, Hildy. She’s trying out for the part of Jane Bennet.”

“That’s good,” Casey said. “I figured every female here would want to be Elizabeth.”

“Hildy feels that her physical attributes predispose her to be Jane.”

“What?” Casey asked, not understanding. “Oh, right, I see. Jane is very pretty. That’s nice for your daughter-in-law.” She glanced up at the warehouse. “I haven’t been here since Kit bought this place. Half the windows were broken and the inside was full of trash. Looks like it’s been cleaned up since then.”

“Wait until you see the inside.”

They went through a wide doorway toward all the noise of men and tools—and Casey gasped. The warehouse was in the final stages of renovation. It was a long, high-ceilinged space. A big stage was at one end, seats on raised tiers in the middle, and a closed-off area was for ticketing. What was especially startling was that a lot of one wall had been torn out and glass doors put in. Casey knew that when Kit bought it, the yard had been full of derelict pieces of machinery and some rather impressive weeds. That was all gone and in its place was a garden. As she watched, a crane lowered a twenty-foot-tall birch tree to two men who were guiding it into a big hole.

“Wow” was all Casey could say.

“Thank you,” came a deep voice that she knew well. “I take it you approve.”

She held her cheek up to Kit’s kiss. He was tall and elegant, his thick gray hair like a lion’s mane. “It’s beautiful.”

“I hear you had a bit of an adventure this morning,” he said. “It seems that the question is whether you saw or didn’t see.” His eyes weren’t on Casey.

“Do you know Olivia?” she asked. “And I’m not telling what I saw, but just so you know, fairy godmothers do grant wishes.”

Kit laughed, a rich, pleasant sound.

But for all that he was laughing at Casey’s joke, he hadn’t taken his eyes off Olivia—who was studiously watching the men in the garden. Casey looked from one to the other. “Olivia is going to help me serve, and her daughter-in-law is here to audition for the role of Jane.”

Kit dragged his eyes away from Olivia and consulted the clipboard he was holding. “And you

are auditioning for what part?”

“None of them,” Olivia said firmly. “I’m just here to help my daughter-in-law if she needs me.”

The tables had been set up near the big glass doors, the boxes and coolers beside them. Three men were standing nearby, waiting for food.