Authors: Lauren Dane
you can get anytime you want. People
like special things.”
“I told Ryan you’d be perfect for
this job. I know you have the gallery
going and I respect that. But around
that time, I’d love to have you
helping me get all this in place.
Whatever time you have.” She rattled
off a salary that was more than fair
and the look on her face dared Daisy
to not accept it.
“So you’d need me to find you a
place with a big kitchen and enough
cold storage and all that jazz for your
catering biz and a dining room that’ll
seat, what, thirty? And then work on
some marketing to get you gigs?”
“Yes. Exactly. You’re good at all
this stuff. I am a disaster at it. Ryan
will continue to own part of the
business. He and I have agreed to
give you the authority you need to
find a place and get it set up. And
then to hire someone to be my
assistant and they can take over the
scheduling. I know this isn’t a career
for you. I just want your brain while
we get it set up.”
“You got it. Maybe you can have a
counter for a few fresh dinner items.
Make extras so people can come in
and get something for a party that
day? Not a lot, you don’t want
anything going to waste. But it’ll be
some
good
word
of
mouth
advertising when people can try you
out so easily. Then they’ll think of
you when they need an event catered.
I’ll work with Gillian on some
graphics.”
They continued to plan as one of
Mary’s part-time helpers came to get
the truck loaded and on the road.
It had sucked not to see her. Nearly
ten days since the last time he’d been
able to touch her. Even though they
didn’t live too very far from one
another, his life had been filled to
nearly
exploding
with
family
obligations for Mal and Gwen’s
wedding.
“I think it’s time you stopped
moping around and found another
wife. Kelsey has been dead for years.
You need to move on.” His mother
said this as she thrust a champagne
glass into his hand.
“Mother, this is one of those things
that falls under none of your business.
With all due respect.”
“Levi Warner, don’t you talk to me
that way. Carrie is smart like her
father; thank God she’s nothing like
her mother but the looks. The best
part of that horrid woman if you ask
me. But you’re second oldest. You
need to produce us some heirs. You
know I love you all equally, but Mal
is clearly under the spell of Gwen’s
well, her other skills. She’s not
smart. I worry their children will be
pretty and dumb.”
He laughed and kissed her cheek.
“You should work on speaking your
mind. Being so shy isn’t a good
thing.”
She arched a brow. “He’s a lovely
boy. Got good grades. Never got
expelled.” She paused long enough
that Levi heard,
like you did
, before
she continued. “But that wife of his is
a twit. She’s got decent genes. A
good family. That’s something. But
really, she’s not very bright. No,
Carrie will take over the firm after
you and Jonah are ready, but you
need to help him out. I’m beginning to
think the twins will never settle
down. I know you loved Kelsey, but
she’s gone. She wouldn’t want you
pining this way.”
Christ, he’d been living the lie so
long he nearly believed it the way his
mother appeared to. All the things
he’d wanted to say for so long
pushed at his tongue and he knew it
was time to go before he said them.
“I have another engagement. Since I
won my auction I’m off. Oh, don’t
fret, I got my picture taken for all the
PR. Everyone important saw me.”
He wanted to be with Daisy and he
was done waiting.
“This isn’t over, Levi.”
He kissed her cheek again before
straightening. “It is, actually. If and
when I get married again, it’s going
to be because I love someone enough
to risk exposing them to my crazy
family. Right now I have plenty of
other things to think about.”
“You can’t have babies forever,
you know. What if you wait until it’s
too late?”
“Men have babies when they’re in
their sixties. And there’s always
adoption.” He stood. “I’ll see you
soon.”
“You’re living like you’re thirty.
And you’re not. You have a
responsibility to yourself and to your
family.”
He sighed. “I’ll see you soon.”
And got the hell out of there,
dialing her number once he’d reached
his car and was on his way back
home.
“Are you free?” he asked when she
picked up.
“I’m not home right now. But I
will be in an hour or so.”
“Can you come to me when you’re
finished? To my place? Stay over.”
She paused. “All right. I’ll be at
your house in about an hour. I have to
stop at my place first.”
He felt a lot better then.
Daisy had no plans to cut her evening
with her friends short, but they were
nearly done anyway.
Gillian, Jules, Mary and Daisy all
sat on Gillian’s back deck drinking
hot chocolate and talking about the
wedding and everyone else’s week
and good and bad things.
She’d looked at several places for
Mary’s place and had found a few
that were adequate. And one idea she
thought was far better. “I have an
idea.”
Everyone leaned in. “Can’t wait to
hear it.” Mary winked.
“Mary, I’ve been looking for a
place for you to buy or lease. I’ve
seen a few I think would work.” She
turned to Jules. “And one I think
would be perfect.”
“Do tell.”
“Tart. Jules’s kitchen is huge.
She’s got plenty of space for cold
storage. A place to park the catering
van out back. She only uses the space
during the day. Noon on weekdays,
one on the weekends. You two can
share the space. It’s central. It has the
licensing issue dealt with. She’s got
enough room to set it for thirty if you
set up long tables on supper club
nights. She could provide the dessert
for your supper club. You could have
her sell your self-serve catering stuff.
You could share the cost of a counter
person to handle any extra business.”
“Oh my god. I was just thinking of
options to use the space better.”
Jules’s eyes lit. “Mary, I didn’t know
you wanted to run a restaurant. We
could totally make this work.”
“Not a restaurant in a big sense.
Just dinner three nights a week. What
I really want is your kitchen. And
you’re right, Daze, it’s the perfect
size. I’ve cooked in there many times
as it happens. If we shared staffing
where we could, we could both save
some significant money while helping
each other’s businesses out at the
same time.”
“Right now you both use as many
locally made ingredients as you can
in your food. I think you’d be better
off combining your work with others
in the community. If you get your fruit
and vegetables locally, you can note
it in the menu for some break in
price? I don’t know if that’s doable,
it just came to me as I was working at
the gallery yesterday. Oh and by the
way, I just thought I’d let you know
my piece got chosen for art walk.”
There was much celebrating, so
much so that Adrian came out to see
what was going on and joined the
celebration.
“Why didn’t you say sooner?”
Mary took her hands and squeezed
them.
“I only found out right before I left
to come over here. Then we were
talking about other stuff. I just waited
my turn. Everyone is having a great
day.”
Which was true. Plans for Adrian
and Gillian’s wedding continued
apace. She’d shown them three
possible ring designs and they’d
loved the second one so much Adrian
had called a jeweler right then to
make an appointment to have the
rings made.
Mary had landed a big catering job
and she and Jules had decided to
share the building Tart was in. A lot
of great news for the people she
loved most. And now she was going
to see Levi for the first time in ten
long days.
“I can’t wait!” Jules raised her
mug of chocolate and everyone
followed suit. “To Delicious.”
“Delicious!” everyone echoed.
She stopped at her place and
grabbed a change of clothing and her
toiletries bag. She liked his house
well enough. Loved the view most
certainly. But it was so neat and
serene. It made her want to muss
things up. His bed though was very
nice, especially with him in it.
She did two quick braids and
touched up her lipstick before
leaving. He liked things that way.
With that in mind she also changed
into a skirt she knew he’d like as
well.
And then she went to him.
She went to him, all the while
knowing how much she’d come to
need him in the last weeks. Knowing
she wasn’t being mysterious at all,
about her need for him. She couldn’t
have even if she’d tried.
When he opened his door it was
while holding the sculpture she’d
donated to the auction.
“I thought today was the auction.”
She came in and kissed him before
taking off her coat and hanging it in
the hall closet and dropping her bag
nearby.
“It was. I bought it. I’ve been
planning to buy it since the first
moment I saw it. I put a stack of your
cards on the table where it sat for the
bidding and every single one is
gone.”
Warmed, she smiled. “Really?
Thank you. You didn’t have to buy it.
Unless, oh god, were you the only
bidder? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t
want to know.”
Smiling, he put the piece down on
a nearby shelf. “I’d planned to put it
in my bedroom and I still might. But
I’m trying it out here too. I think it’s
going to look pretty there in the
morning.” She walked to the spot and
liked her barbed rose there just fine.
“That was my very first thought
when I saw it at your studio. I had to
have it.”
She liked him just then, far, far
more than was wise. There was
nothing else she could do but like him
far, far too much than was wise.
It filled her with joy to be there
with him. To stand and look at her
artwork right there, in his home. It
felt staggeringly intimate and she had
to swallow back a knot of emotion.
He pulled her to him and she went,
sucking in a breath when they touched
and all she could see or feel was
him. Greed rose up from her gut.
Greed to have him and not share. To
be the only one in this part of his life.
“I’m wildly flattered.”
talented you are. Part of my reasoning
was purely business, I can’t lie.
You’re going to have a healthy career
ahead of you. Snapping up a piece I
love is wonderful. Snapping up a
piece I love that will be worth ten to
fifteen times more than what I pay for
it now makes it even better.”
She drew a shuddering breath as
he dipped his head to breathe in at
the place where her neck met her
shoulder. His teeth abraded the
tender skin there.
One of his hands slid down her
back to her ass and squeezed, hauling
her closer and then spinning her,
backing her against the doorway. The
breath left her as her adrenaline
spiked and then she found that place
where everything went soft and slow,
so torturously good that she’d begun