Love Me Forever

She focused on him more intently, suddenly interested. She even stepped out onto the porch. “What do you mean? Who?”

He explained about his client, the man’s previous visit to Astoria when he’d been treated so kindly, then his sale of the dessert product for big money and his retirement to Astoria. Honoring Connolly’s wish, he kept other details to himself.

“That’s wonderful,” she said. “But what does that have to do with me?”

“He wants me to distribute a million dollars to our nonprofits. I thought since you’ve raised money for most of them at one time or other, you’d be a good resource for the project.”

Her mouth fell open. It was a lovely, supple mouth. He could almost feel it on his own. But—then—words would come out of it and ruin everything.

“A million...?”

“Yes. Do you want to help or not?”

She cocked her head and scolded, “Who wouldn’t want to help since you asked so nicely?” Then her look became troubled. “But my situation’s changed a little and I...I’m not sure if I can.”

“So you said. But, how? What’s changed?”

“I just bought Crazy for Coffee!” she said, appearing a little surprised by her own news.

He was stunned. Bjorn Nielsen was his client. So, she was the caller Bjorn had told him was interested in his coffee cart. Hunter had gone into the office at four in the morning to run off reports he then delivered to Crazy for Coffee.

Sandy was changing her life? He was no longer involved with her so that shouldn’t bother him, but he knew how she was—headstrong and impulsive and impervious to suggestion. Small business was a killer of dreams ninety percent of the time.

“Have you thought this through?” he asked.

Immediately her expression turned defensive. She folded her arms. “Of course I have.”

“What if you lose everything?”

“Thank you for your expression of faith in me,” she replied. “It’s so nice to know that after all we’ve meant to each other...”

He held a hand up to stop her. He was a little amazed when it worked. “What I meant was, have you investigated the business?” He knew Crazy for Coffee was sound, but that could change in a month with careless management. She’d never be deliberately careless, but things could happen she might not be prepared for. “There’s a lot to...”

“I saw his tax returns, his P&L and balance sheets.”

“Good. What about lease assignments?”

“What?”

“Lease assignments. Bjorn happens to be one of Raleigh and Raleigh’s clients. I handle his account. As I recall, he leases a few things. You’re responsible for taking those over. That’ll add to your monthly expenses.”

“Oh.” Her eyes narrowed. He suspected she hadn’t thought of that. “We’re meeting at my old office tomorrow. I used to work for lawyers, remember? They’ll make sure everything’s covered.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Used to work for lawyers? You mean you’ve already quit?”

“No, I mean they fired me.”

“What?” His annoyance at that news matched her mother’s and made up a bit for the “what if you lose everything” remark. “Why?”

“It’s a long story that involves the economy, office politics and a new partner’s secretary who can do her job and mine. Hence, the coffee cart.”

“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. He knew she’d loved her job and had done it well.

“I’ll survive. I always do.” Deep in her eyes, he saw a suggestion of fear, then she drew a breath and it was gone.

“About the coffee cart. Do you have help?”

“Help?”

“Hired help. Employees. Or do you plan to work seven days a week, twelve hours a day?”

“Yes, I have help. Two high school girls in the afternoon.”

“Do you know how to do payroll?”

Telling when she was truly annoyed was never hard. The pink in her cheeks flamed, and her eyes ignited. “Don’t treat me like an idiot, Hunter. I know what I’m doing. If you don’t want to be part of my vision for my future, then I’m taking it in another direction. And you have nothing to say about it.”

She’d done this with the money she’d tried to give him, the money from refinancing her home. Before he could say that buying the coffee cart was reckless, possibly even ill-advised, she turned around and walked back inside.

He took a step forward as she prepared to close the door on him. “Tomorrow in my office,” he said. “What time can you be there? We’ll set a date for the Closet opening and make a plan for the money for the nonprofits.”

“I’m meeting with Bjorn to sign papers tomorrow.”

“Can you meet Monday?”

“That’s Memorial Day. Aren’t you and the Raleighs going to Fort Stevens for the Civil War reenactment? I’m working with Bjorn.”

“That’s right. Tuesday, then?”

“I’ll call you. The way my life is right now, we may have to do it over the phone.”

That was what he should want—dealing with her over the phone rather than sitting across a table from her or side by side in a restaurant booth. It would simplify his life.

“All right. But, I promised the Food Bank an answer by Friday.”

“I’ll phone you in the middle of the week.” She started to close the door.

“Incidentally...” The single word stopped her. “What about the girls?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you have to open at 5:00 a.m., what about the girls?”

There were sparks in her smile. “I thought I’d sell them into slavery for some operating capital.”

He groaned at her. “I meant, daycare doesn’t open that early.”

“And how would you know when daycare opens?”