“Let me just hang up my coat and I‘ll get to work.”
“Thanks, Mia.” I smile.
I see why Mickey's so protective of her. She’s a gorgeous woman. And after all she’s been through she’s still got fight in her.
Holding the fitting room door open, a grin lifts my cheeks. “Laura, let me know if you need anything.”
“I will.” The fitting room door clicks closed behind her.
Thirty minutes later, I add Laura’s phone number to our data base.
“Is there any way I can leave my shopping bags here. Just for an hour. I’m meeting my boyfriend for dinner.” She beams.
She bought half my store. Of course she can leave her bags. “Laura absolutely.”
“Great, see you soon.”
I retrieve my phone from under the counter. Wish my pretty dress had pockets.
Me: Mickey, a customer Laura Danaver purchased a ton of clothes. But if she’s who I think she is money isnothing for her. Can you look into her please and send a picture with her info?
Mickey: Yeah, sure thing.
Five minutes later, my phone vibrates.
I read the text.
Mickey: Laura Danaver age twenty-five. Socialite. From Atlanta, Georgia. Her mother is Marjorie Danaver, a philanthropist. Father Clint Danaver, a criminal defense attorney.
I glance at her picture. Yup, that’s her. We never met but I heard of her.
Maybe it’s just a coincidence that we hung around the same people growing up and she’s shopping in the small-town Blue Haven.
My gaze moves around the store. “Tyson, Monica, and Mia, please get the store cleaned up and you guys can leave early.”
Monica’s brows furrow. “Boss, we can stay. You should leave early.”
“I agree,” Tyson adds.
“No, I want to enjoy this one night of locking up my store. You all will get your chance tomorrow.”
Monica and Tyson chuckle.
“Okay boss, we’ll pull the store together,” he says.
Mia stands near the dressing room, smirking.
She approaches the counter. “I’m not leaving you,” Mia whispers.
Her eyes dart to Monica and Tyson, then back at me. “You don’t want anything to happen to anyone around you. I get that. Since we don’t know who could walk through that door now that it’s dark I’ll stay with you.”
I open my mouth to protest.
Billie Rae raises her hands. “You won’t know I’m here. I’ll be in the back room.”
I sigh. “Fine.”
She gets to work straightening the racks.
