“I’ve fired Babushka and Etta every single day.” Sadie heaved a sigh. “They are like a headache I can’t shake.”
“But deep down you love having them here?” Marlee asked.
“Deep down, I think I should maybe move back to Chicago.” How could she turn away from an offer as promising as Brad’s?
The elderly women answering and not answering her phones might have to find another way to spend their days.
“Sadie, honey.” Mom’s eyes got watery, which was a really bad sign.
“You’re not actually thinking of going back, are you? Not when things with Rome are so good,” Marlee asked, the thin lines between her eyebrows more prominent.
Sadie had thought the first weekend she’d spent with Roman had been amazing, but it was nothing compared to the two weeks they’d just had. They were like Wasabi and Sushi—they weren’t planned, but they just fit together and worked.
“And your practice is doing so well,” Mom said, her tone hopeful.
“One of the Chicago law firms reached out with feelers about me coming to work there.” Sadie gulped. Saying it out loud made it real. Really real.
“You hated it there.” Marlee sounded as unconvinced as Sadie felt about a potential move back to Chicago.
“I hated it at my old firm. This is a new place. They know my work, and the offer they presented looks better than anything I could ever hope for.” She’d only have to give up on her hope for her own successful practice and Roman.
“You really want to leave?” Marlee asked.
“No.”
“Then why are you even considering it?” Mom asked.
Sadie studied the little nose on her nephew, his pink cheeks, brown eyes…
Sadie’s glance moved away from her nephew’s chubby cheeks to Marlee’s intense stare down.
“You can’t leave, Sadie. You just came home. I’ve got my best friend back.” Marlee stood, pacing the floor of the small office space. “If you need your practice to grow more quickly, let me invest in your firm, hire a marketing person, help you out.” Marlee was the epitome of hope. “It’s what friends do. We help each other out. Like you always help me.”
“I’m not making any decisions yet. I’m just figuring things out.”
Waiting for things to end.
“Have you told Roman?”
“I literally just found out.”
If she told him, then he’d make it his personal mission to show her why Denver was the place to be.
“Don’t you think you should tell him?” Marlee asked.
“I’ll tell him when there’s something to tell. There’s nothing right now.”
“You have a job offer.” Marlee bugged her eyes out like she did when she was trying to make a good point about something.
“And I haven’t taken it.” Sadie bugged her eyes out the same way.
“Talk to Roman,” her mother said.
Sadie heaved a breath. “We’re not at that stage of our relationship. The part where we make plans for the future. We’re barely a few weeks in.”
“Ten years and a few weeks,” Marlee said.
“That’s not how this works,” Sadie countered.
