Freshly freed of fruit, the basket was ready for carrying again. Beauty absently passed it to Jo, assuming the woman would immediately know it was for the things she was carrying. She gave Jo a strange look when she told her it wasn't her job to keep Ted's secrets. That wasn't what she was trying to do, not at all. But maybe Jo was one of those women who didn't like to discuss their personal lives with others. It seemed a little silly to Beauty. If someone was important to someone else, it shouldn't be... Stopping mid-thought, she smiled at herself when she realized she was very private when it came to a certain fellow bookkeeper. How much of that was her own uncertainty, and how much of that was her desire to protect him from... from everything that came along with a relationship that went beyond friendship?
Beauty perched on the couch and stared at her feet. "I don't know why. Edward Nigma knew my name already. He just knocked at the store and I..." She shook her head at herself. It was foolish. She'd told herself a hundred times by now how incredibly unsafe it'd been to open the shop before it was time. Well, she'd never do that again.
"I just let him in. After that...." She shrugged and shook her head. It hadn't been much of a fight. She'd fought. But against multiple armed men... No, it hadn't been much of a fight at all.