I grin and place our order. “I wasn’t dodging. I left the Navy and started working in tech.”
“Ahh…” She nods. “Military guy. We get a lot of those around here.”
“Right, because of Charleston.”
“What did you do in tech?”
“I sold a program to a group of investors, who in turn sold it to the government. It made a lot of money, and now I’m an investor looking for guys like me with great ideas.”
I think about how hard I worked in those early days, how hard I work now. I should be more involved with Lillie. I’ve acted just like my dad. Shit, these past four years, I practically turned into a clone of the man.
The bartender puts a whiskey in front of me and a salmon-colored mixed drink in front of Ruby. She takes a long sip, and I do the same.
“So you’re like a philanthropist?”
“I’m an investor. I give developers money to finish their work, and when it becomes successful—if it becomes successful—I get a nice payday. Whatever money I put up, plus profit.”
“That is some serious first-world shit right there. Some serious illuminati shit. Are you trying to control the world, Remington?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “I wish. I feel like I can’t even control my house.”
She nods, taking a long sip of her drink. “I hear that.”
“And what do you do, Ruby Banks, who doesn’t remember me from church?”
Her small nose wrinkles, and she shakes her head. “That wasn’t me. It was some other, irresponsible person. I’m a very responsible, licensed therapist. Or at least I was.”
That explains how she knows Drew. Leaning my elbow on the bar, I’m intrigued. “What do you mean you were?”
“I can’t afford my client list.” She copies my move, putting her elbow on the bar. “Or my lack of one. Too bad I’m not in tech or you could throw some money my way.”
“Call me as soon as you develop an app.”
“I’ll do it.” She grins, and I notice her studying my left hand. “You’re not married, but you have a wiggly four-year-old. How’s that?”
“My wife died.”
“Oh!” She pulls back quickly. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”
“It’s okay. It was a long time ago.” My hands go to my lap.
“Do you still miss her?” Her brows are pulled together, and when I look up, I see genuine concern in her eyes.
“Yes.” Then I scratch my head. “I’ll always miss her…” But maybe it’s time to stop being alone? I don’t know. “I’m starting to think I need help.”
She leans forward. “It just so happens I have a lot of openings in my schedule. And I meana lot.”
“I think my most urgent concern is my daughter, Lillie.”
“Does she have special needs?”
My bright-eyed little sunbeam flickers through my mind. “No, she’s just four. She goes to preschool half days and then she’s home while I’m working. She’s active and playful, and my mother-in-law doesn’t believe in listening to me—”
“Because she’s the grandmother.” Ruby nods as if she understands completely. “Grandparents are supposed to spoil them, feed them cake for breakfast. Not make them mind.”
“Eleanor doesn’t feed her cake, but Lillie’s schedule is erratic. She never naps, so she’s cranky in the evenings. And the Barney videos—”
“Oh, stop! Barney is the worst.” She holds up her hand, making a horrified face.
