He dipped his chin and gave me a heart-stopping smile. “See you soon, Hannah with two N’s. What’s your last name?”
“Hannah Phillips.” I extended my hand.
He gripped mine in a strong hold, and my belly flip-flopped at the contact. “Jack. Jack Marrow.”
“See you tomorrow, Jack,” I told him brightly and released his hand.
“Jack, your meeting!” a woman called down the alley.
I followed the noise to see a pretty brunette in a black skirt suit hanging out of the back of a blacked-out SUV.
Who was this guy and what kind of job was he going to offer me? Because people in Willow Harbor didn’t dress like he did, and they didn’t drive cars like that.
I flipped over the card in my hand and frowned.
Jack Marrowwas written in white text on a black background, with a phone number and an email address, but no company information.
I guessed I’d have to wait until tomorrow to find out what the man did for a living—and what kind of job he was offering me.
Chapter Two
HANNAH
I barely slept.
The next morning, I got to Vinnie’s at ten fifty because I wanted Jack to know that tardiness was not something normal for me, especially if he was thinking of hiring me. I wore my black slacks and a blue silk top that made my blue eyes pop against my long, blonde hair, which I had down and curled.
I hadn’t bothered telling my mom I’d gotten fired last night. There was no need to worry her, especially if Jack was about to offer me a new job. I had a giddy moment where I wondered if it would come with a salary and health benefits package, and then I had to calm myself and lower expectations. I mean, the suit he had worn was really nice. Maybe he needed a personal assistant. Although, the brunette hanging out of the SUV and screaming about his meeting was probably already that. Maybe he needed two!
Oh, but I hoped he didn’t expect me to travel. I needed to be close to my mom. All things we could talk about at our interview.
I parked out front, between Vinnie’s and the Willow Harbor Saltwater Taffy factory, and then smoothed my hair and buttoned up my coat. I decided I’d wait outside the Taffy Factorybecause I wanted to avoid seeing Vinnie, since he usually came in around this time to set up for the lunch rush.
The first thing I noticed when I got out of my car was that Vinnie’s sign was blocked by a man on a ladder. At first, I thought it was another volunteer taking down a Christmas wreath, but the man on the ladder had a drill—and he was holding the letter S.
Then I saw it.
Hannah’was written whereVinnie’sused to be. I stopped dead in my tracks, staring up at the sign with an open mouth, as the man began to drill the S to the end ofmyname.
Myname instead of Vinnie’s.
What the heck was going on here?
The door to the restaurant opened, and Jack popped his head out, wearing a bright smile. “Oh, good. You’re here. Come on in. We were just finishing the paperwork.”
He held the door open, but I just stared at him openmouthed, blinking rapidly.
“Why is my name on the front sign, Jack?” I asked nervously.
“Come on in and I’ll show ya,” he said with that devastatingly handsome smile, and because I was curious by nature, I stepped inside behind him.
He walked in with a confidence I couldn’t match as I glanced around the restaurant I’d worked at for the last six years.
Sydney was pulling the paper menus out of the clear plastic and throwing them into the trash. I gave her awhat’s going onlook, but she just smiled at me.
At the back table were three men in suits ranging from gray to black, and the pretty brunette from before was with them. Maybe this was the job interview and the name out front was a coincidence.
When I reached the table, the brunette stood and shook my hand. “Congratulations, Hannah. I’m Chloe, Jack’s personal assistant.”
