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Greer
Why do I let that man get under my skin?
What he thinks doesn’t matter. He’s one grumpy, judgmental man whose opinion of me is of no concern. He could think I am a prostitute, for all I care.
I turn off the minivan and hop out, slamming the door behind me.
At least coffee with Bram will be a nice point in my day. I should probably get something to eat, too. Figuring out what meals I can make with the ingredients in my house is going to be interesting. I stop at the door and search for Bram in all the little nooks of the Ivy Café, but instead stare at the little river running through the bar.
Who came up with that? Probably the same person who thought letting ivy grow up the walls inside would be amazing…they were right.
This town surprises me. I know for Cordelia to live here, it couldn’t just be a sleepy little town. Its quirkiness is fun…If only all the people who lived here weren’t grumpy.
That man has some serious issues.
Don’t think about him. Enjoy your time with Bram.
Maybe I should introduce my neighbor to Winnie…twisted. Winnie might set him straight without killing him…might. Havoc made me feel feral today, it seems.
Bram gives a small wave from the little nook in the corner where he nabbed us a table. The place is packed today.
As I walk over to our table, I pass Bram’s biker friends. They give me a smile and a nod.
See, people can be friendly…even stranger bikers. Havoc rides a motorcycle. Does Bram know him? Like I want to turn my problem into Bram’s problem.
We’re just barely friends.
Bram’s friendly smile lights up his face. It switches to concern pretty quickly. “Everything alright?”
“Fine.”
“I know what that word means, so I’ll leave it—” An unspoken ‘for now’ hangs in the air. “—But maybe this will cheer you up.” He pats a large folder that is sitting on the table. “I found a job for you.”
What? “A job?” Nerves I didn’t expect kick in, fluttering around in my belly. “What kind of job?”
“It’s a short-term job setting up a charity event.”
Oh. “You had me nervous for a second.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve planned or helped plan hundreds of charity events in my life. This is something I could do in my sleep.” I’m pretty sure for a dozen of them, I was half asleep. They were so boring. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“You don’t want to know what it pays?”
Is that a test of some sort? “Nope. Just ask them to make the checks out directly to the charity. I’ll give you my lawyer’s contact information for the tax information.”
Bram shakes his head. “I’ve never met a woman like you.”
“Really? Head to Urbium. There are dozens of women exactly like me.” I reach across and take the folder.
“Doubtful.”
There’s a thick stack of paperwork inside. Way more than I’d expect for an initial plan. “Um, how much of the planning has been done already?”
Bram shrugs. “No idea.”
