“Is there a place I can make a call?” he asked. “It’s for work.”
“Sure.” She motioned to a doorway. “Use my office. You can close the door.”
“I don’t need privacy.”
She grinned. “I meant, so the music doesn’t bother you.”
He appreciated her thoughtfulness. “I won’t be long.”
Garrett sat at her desk and called Jenn, who picked up the phone on the first ring.
“When will you be home?” she asked in her no-nonsense voice, yet she could purr on command if that would sway the jury. The woman was a tiger in the courtroom.
“Sunday night. Why?”
“You reeled in a big fish even away on vacation.”
That was one reason he’d been hired, and he kept making the big bucks. “Criminal or financial?”
“Billionaire arrested for bundling debt.”
“Not illegal. Unless the Feds are changing the rules again, looking for another scapegoat.”
“Bingo. Give yourself a gold star.”
“He wants me?”
“You’ll have a row of stars by the time we hang up.”
“Fill me in.”
Jenn did. When she finished, Garrett knew everything about Jedidiah Hoppes. “Tell my assistant when the meeting is, so it goes on my calendar.”
“Have fun at the wedding tomorrow.”
“Thanks. It should be a good time.” Especially with Taryn there.
He disconnected from the call.
Garrett glanced around the office. Not as neat as her house, but he imagined she wasn’t the only one who used it. His gaze landed on what appeared to be a vision board.
Hadn’t she mentioned this to him?
Something about wanting to remodel and leave her mark on the bakery.
He peered closer—did a double take.
Wow.
This would do it.
Everything from the table and chairs to the painted wall coordinated with a new Lawson’s Bakery logo and branding. Underneath the vision board were magazines with sticky tabs sticking out, catalogs, lists, budgets, furniture, and floor plans.
Sketches of signs that had a similar feel to the ones on the patio. Speaking of which, the branding of the new interior matched perfectly with the patio.
This would take time and money. Two things Taryn was short of right now, but the changes would help her compete against the other bakery.
Garrett flipped through a magazine and a catalog full of page flags. She’d picked out the furniture, and it matched the photos on her vision board. Not surprising because that was how she operated, researching, leaving no stone unturned. He returned everything to its place.
