Through A Magnolia Filter

“Hey, Becca, Hale. Did you have a good time at the fort?”

“We did. Now Becca wants to shop.” Hale rolled his eyes, but was grinning.

“Oh, stop.” She added cream and sugar to a mug and handed it to her husband.

The couple shared an intimate smile that had Liam shifting on his feet.

“Thanks.” Hale touched Becca’s cheek as he took the mug.

What was it like to have someone know how you took your coffee?

“See you at the wine tasting tonight?” Hale asked, taking his bride’s hand and heading out the door.

“I’ll be there.”

Maybe coming to a B and B that catered to newlyweds was not the place for him. Why have what was missing from his life shoved in his face every day?

Quick footsteps echoed out in the foyer. Dolley entered the room and filled it with light.

“Hi.” She took a mug, poured coffee and took a deep drink. Her eyes closed. “I needed that.”

“Tough morning?” he asked.

“Just issues I have to work through.” She smiled, but it wasn’t the joy-filled smile he’d seen before.

“Anything you want to talk about?” His knowledge on website design could fit in a teacup, but he could listen.

“No.” She sipped her coffee and hummed.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her face. He’d never watched someone who was that into the moment. Her peach-colored lips wrapped around the edge of the cup. Her pale throat moved up and down as she swallowed.

If he took her picture, would it translate onto film?

Her green eyes blinked open. “Where would you like to start?”

He shook his head. What she was talking on about?

One corner of her mouth turned up. “Where do you want to go this afternoon?”

“Oh.” He finished his coffee, dredging up his plan. “I’d like to check out cemeteries.”

“Good.” She shifted her bag higher on her shoulder. “Which one?”

“The one with all the statues.”

“Bonaventure. I love going out there.”

“And the Catholic Cemetery.” He set his empty mug on the tray set up for dirty dishes.

“Here’s a little-known fact.” She raised an eyebrow. “The colony of Georgia forbade the practice of Catholicism.”

“Really?”

“It didn’t change until after the Revolutionary War.” Her smile was coming back.

“Fascinating.” Having Dolley around was going to help focus his research.

“We can’t do both cemeteries justice in an afternoon.” She set her mug next to his. “You’ll need to choose—statues or Irish?”

“Statues.”

“Grab your cameras. I can’t go there without taking tons of pictures.”

He pointed to his camera bag. “Ready.”

“Okay, then.” Dolley led him to a small Volkswagen.

“I pushed the passenger seat back as far as it could go.” Dolley glanced over at him. “You have a lot of leg.”

He tucked himself into her car. “Next time we take my rental.”

“What are you driving?”

“Audi sedan.”

Her grin was full and happy. “Will you let me drive?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think I can.”

“Drat.” She drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on the stick shift. “We’ll circle a lot of the squares. This is Columbia Square. That’s Wormsloe Fountain. It came from the Wormsloe plantation, which was down on the Isle of Hope. It was owned by—” she tapped her nose “—Noble Jones. In the mid-1700s.”

She continued to give him background as they passed through the historic district.

“How do you remember it all?” he asked. “I wouldn’t be this good a guide if you came to Ireland.”

“Oh, I wish I could see Ireland.” Her fingers drummed on the stick shift. “I do the historical write-ups for the B and B’s blog.”

“I’m impressed.”

As Dolley drove, she spouted off information like she was a fountain. She intrigued him. Easy on the eyes, and she smiled—all the time.

He wanted what she had. She and her sisters worked together. Their family owned a mansion their ancestors had built. He wanted to be part of something that—deep. Have roots sunk into bedrock, so no one could yank them free.

What would his life have been like if his parents had survived their car accident? Would he have smiled more? Been happier?

He would never know. He’d been torn away from everything and everyone he loved and forced to live with Seamus.

“Liam?” Dolley jostled his elbow. “Where’d you go? You’re frowning.”