“That sounds promising.”
“So have you worked on a farm before?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Never thought I’d ever leave my job in advertising, but life has a funny way of throwing things at you when you least expect it.”
She nods sympathetically. “I know what you mean. But look at it as a new adventure. One with frosting and a whole lotta sparkle.”
I smile. I like her. “I think I’ll be able to do that without a problem.”
She glances down at my booties. “I’d love to visit New York one day. You don’t find shoes like that around here.”
I follow her gaze. “Yes, they’re not practical, but I figured if I’m gonna freeze my ass off, I may as well do it in style.”
She giggles. “I like that attitude. We could do with some more of that around here.”
“Well, I’m sure if I’m here long enough, some of the sass might rub off onto that ‘grumpy-so-and so-we-won’t-mention’before I head back to the city.” I tap my nose for effect.
She snorts this time. “I think Zane could take the sass down a notch, not amp it up.”
“You know, I’ve not technically met him yet.” I press my lips firmly together. “I have that pleasant job interview to look forward to today.”
She tuts. “Well, he’s had his coffee, so he should be half-thawed out by the time you get there.”
Oh, great. That sounds just peachy. “One can only hope.” I smile.
“Exactly!”
“Well, I better get back to it.” I thumb behind me to the exit. “I have to attempt to tame the wild beast at my interview.”Informal chat my ass.
“Well, good luck, Sadie, it was real nice bumping into you.”
“You too.”
She points at me. “Margarita Monday.”
“I’ll lock it in.”
CHAPTER 9
Zane
With Maisie at my feet, I peruse Sadie Summers’ resume. I need to get this damn meeting over with so I can get down to showing her the ropes, then get back to work.
My phone pings from my back pocket when I’m halfway to the office.
Iz
I’m running a few minutes late. Do your best to be nice to Sadie until I get there. Do not upset her. She’s our only hope of surviving Christmas
I huff, shove my cell back into my pocket without replying.Our only hope of surviving Christmas?I remember when this place used to run with just the four of us, plus Grandpa and Gran before they retired.
I know times have changed, but let’s not get dramatic here.
My phone pings again, but I don’t bother reading it because there’s a knock at the office door. Iz was supposed to be the one asking Sadie all the questions and welcoming her here. I mean,as much as my sister says Sadie is here for an interview, I know she’s hired this woman, so there’s not much I can do about it now.
“Come in,” I call out, making a half-assed attempt to clean up all the papers and mess on the desk. Clearly, office cleanliness is not my strong suit.
The handle turns, and seconds later, the door gently pushes open. I’m met with a pair of pretty blue eyes, a flash of blonde hair and a big smile. A smile that slowly fades when she takes me in.
