was staring at her. Even Nora, who had managed to slip back into the kitchen and was now lurking in a corner near the window.
âDaydreaming again,â Mom teased, and Joss smiled, flashing perfect white teeth. âI said when Joss is finished, why donât you take him upstairs and let him have his pick of the rooms.â
Carolyn nodded and pushed back from the table, hardly aware that Mom was still talking.
âIâm afraid theyâre all rather musty and damp. We only moved in yesterday, like I said, and we really werenât even planning on opening for anotherââ
âIâd like a front view,â Joss broke in. âIs that possible?â
Mrs. Baxter nodded. âOf course. The room right across from Carolyn.â
Again Jossâs eyes slid smoothly to Carolynâs face, and for one crazy second she had the weirdest feeling that he already knew where her room was.
He smiled. âPerfect.â
âSo in case you need anythingââ Mrs. Baxter began, and Joss leaned forward, nodding.
âYes. In case I need anything, Iâll have Carolyn.â
Carolyn stared at him. Then she looked at her mother, but Mrs. Baxter was leaning back in her chair now, going on as though sheâd known Joss for years. She glanced at Nora, but the housekeeper was gazing out the window and seemed strangely removed from both kitchen and conversation. Mrs. Baxter patted Carolynâs arm and motioned her to get up.
âWhy donât you go on upstairs? Thereâre fresh sheets and blankets in that closet outside the bathroom. Joss, Iâll turn you over to Carolyn, but promise youâll let us know if thereâs anything else we can do for you.â
He didnât say anything as Carolyn led him to the second floor. They moved together through the murky halls, and Joss paused in each doorway, looking in, nodding to himself. The rooms felt clammy and chilled. As they passed Carolynâs, Joss stopped. For a long moment he gazed in, then finally he looked at her.
âSomething happened in this house,â he said.
Carolyn stiffened slightly. She gave what she hoped was a casual nod. âItâs an old house. I imagine lots of things happened here.â
âI mean something sad. Something ⦠tragic.â
Carolyn shrugged. âWell ⦠Hazel died, of courseâsheâs the one who used to liveââ
âNo,â he said softly. âNot Hazel. And besides, your mother already told me she didnât die in the house.â
Carolyn kept her eyes on the floor. âI donât know what you mean.â
She could feel him staring at her. She could feel herself getting nervous and flustered, and she struggled to keep her face expressionless.
âItâs a feeling I get,â he murmured. âAbout houses. Theyâre a lot like people, really. They have emotions. They have secrets.â
She still didnât raise her eyes.
âIâve heard stories about the house,â she mumbled at last. âBut I donât know how true they are.â
âWell,â he said softly. âMaybe weâll find out.â
He moved away from her, catlike footsteps fading down the corridor.
âAh,â she heard him say, âthe way to the widowâs walk.â
Carolynâs head came up. She turned to see him standing beside the attic door.
âHow did you know that?â she demanded.
âLots of old houses were built this way,â Joss said calmly.
âIt doesnât have a key.â
âGood. We wouldnât want anyone getting hurt. It looked like it was in pretty bad shape from outside.â
Carolyn said nothing. He walked back toward her, and she instinctively stepped out of his way.
âThe room over there,â Joss announced and pointed to the door across from hers. âIs that mine? You donât have to bother with the bedâI can make it up myself.â
Carolyn