“I don’t think pushing anyone off of anything will be necessary, Nora,” a voice came from the top of the stairs. “I believe I finally have Constance settled for the night. She just needed a little help with the bath water.”

My aunt Izzy came down the stairs, tucking some wayward strawberry blond curls back up into the loose bun on her head. Izzy did the cooking and baking at Ivywood Hollow, and she was fabulous at it. She knew it too. Izzy could get anyone to do just about anything with her culinary creations. Thankfully, she was also just about the sweetest woman to have ever lived, given it wasn’t uncommon for guests to promise their firstborns for another bite of dessert. Izzy sat herself down beside me on the sofa and patted my leg companionably.

“Oh, you think you have her settled, do you? I’ll believe that when I hear it,” Nora drawled. “And by the way, I will never forgive you for giving that woman a bell.”

My smile widened. That’s right. Izzy had given Constance a bell. Our esteemed guest had found all the stairs of the house difficult to manage, and she felt she required a way to get ahold of us should she need anything. I didn’t really think the stairs were that much of an issue for her, but Constance needed a lot of things, so if she had to go up and down the stairs every time she needed one of those things, well, that would be a lot. For an Olympic athlete it would be a lot.

“Did you hear it ringing last night at 3:00 a.m.?” Nora asked me. “No, of course you didn’t. Tucked away in your little nest.”

I lived in the loft above the old carriage house, now garage, of the B&B, unlike my aunts whose rooms were in the house. The small loft certainly wasn’t as beautiful or as impressive as any of the spaces inside Ivywood Hollow, but it was cozy, and I had come to believe a little bit of privacy was good for the soul.

“She needed me to fluff her pillow. At three in the morning. Oh! I just realized I could have smothered her with it, and this would all be over.”

“Evanora,” Izzy chided with a laugh. As the older sister, she was the only one permitted to use Nora’s full name. It wasn’t a harsh reprimand though. We both knew Nora was just being Nora. “What a terrible thing to say. And, really, she’s a lovely woman. She just knows what she likes.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nora replied. “She’s a horrible woman, and you know it. Brynn and I were just discussing how much we’d both like to strangle her.”

“What?” I asked in the high-pitched voice of the falsely accused. I straightened up on the sofa, which wasn’t easy because it was ridiculously plush. “We’d both like to strangle her?” I was pretty sure Nora had had that particular conversation all by herself.