“You’re donating this? Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“What does Jonathan have to say?” Helen’s knowing expression made her stomach drop. Jonathan Freeman was her manager, her other family, and he negotiated things like this. It didn’t ever fall to her. Mainly because her creative side ruled against her business side.
“Haven’t talked to him about it yet.”
“You should do that, honey.” Helen’s words came in her mom-told-you-so voice.
“I will. I’ll call him when I get home.”
“And I will research what this is going to take and get some addresses together for us to compare. Work for you?”
Summer let the idea bloom. Excitement burst spreading a smile over her face. “Yes, works for me.”
Helen stretched out her arms, and Summer gave her a quick hug. “You’ll put little Echo Falls on the map.”
Summer pulled back and zipped her coat, grinning with glee. “Only what the best little town in Texas deserves.”
“Aw, that’s special. Thank you. We try.”
“You don’t try. You succeed. You’ll be at Olivia’s on Sunday for family dinner?”
“Yes, as always.”
She waved to Helen and left the office, mind already ten steps ahead planning her painting supplies. Even though she didn’t have specifics for the work, there were basics she could order to get organized
In her car, she pushed a preprogrammed button on her phone and waited for Jonathan to answer. She had no doubt after explaining what she wanted, he’d be on the phone to Helen. Those two were thick like besties on a shopping spree, and she couldn’t be happier this town had adopted him, too.
As Jonathan answered, a police car went by. Chief Paul Hudson had a scowl on his face and that usually meant trouble. Hope it wasn’t going around. Tom, in an irritated mood from work, was all she could handle.
“Hey, J. Have a minute.”
“For you, the world, my genius. What’s up?”
“I have a project. Donating it.”
“I thought we agreed you’d come to me with those donations first.” His growl was for show.
“Well, you should call Helen.”
“Ah, an Echo Falls project? The one you talked about last Christmas?”
“Yes.”
“Finally.”
She squirmed in her seat. “What do you mean?”
“Frankly, you’re moody and difficult when you aren’t around your husband.”
She scowled. “I miss him sure. Not certain where the moody and difficult come from.”
“Shall we talk about Chicago last year?”
“Um, no.”
Jonathan sighed. “You hated their project, but you did a fantastic job on it, and the client was happy.”
