“Everything is going to be fine." I don't look at Kay, trying to keep a lid on my emotions.
After my disastrous appearance on the reality TV show, SuperNova, I had retreated from my life for a while. I'd known that going on the show had been a long shot but I'd assumed that I'd get some publicity. Several of the past contestants so far had been offered recording contracts even if they didn't win.
I'd been so sure that I could impress the judges and walk away with a contract, a career, anything other than the heaping dose of humiliation I'd gotten from choking on stage on live television.
"I know you've been worried about me but you don't have to be. My whole family is investing in my new venture and I think this is going to be the start of something wonderful. For all of us.”
I lift Hope up in the air and nuzzle her belly, prompting a round of charming giggles from her.
Kay's eyes are shining. "I'm so proud of you, Sasha. I know everyone in the community is excited about having our own jazz club. Eli's cousin, the one who's a reporter, will be there. I'm sure you'll be in the newspaper. And all the other local business owners are going to be out to support you. This is the perfect opportunity for you to meet someone new.”
I’m about to protest again when Kay reaches out and grabs my hand. “I know you don’t want to. I know you think it’s a waste of time. But honey, that’s just because you’re so used to bad guys. There are some amazing men out there. I got lucky enough to find one of them and I just want the same for you. You deserve that.”
I close my eyes and let the feeling of contentment wash over me. Kay and I have been friends since elementary school and I’ve never had a friend who has supported me the way she does. No matter how many times I fail, no matter how many stupid decisions I make, she always believes the best in me.
When I open my eyes, ready to agree just to make her feel better, I smile at the sight before me. Kay is snuggled into the pillows of the couch, her hand that’s encased in mine completely slack.
She’s fast asleep.
I pick up Hope and snuggle her against my shoulder. "Come on sweetie, let’s go for a walk and let Mommy have a nap."
And hopefully when Kay wakes up, she'll have forgotten all about her plan to fix me up.
Chapter two
GABE
There are many things that I'm willing to do for family. Several things cross my mind that I've done in the past, things I'm not particularly proud of and that are one foot over the line into illegal territory. But as I listen to my brother Zack, I'm seriously considering rethinking my stance on family loyalty.
"She's a friend of Emma's. Finn wants me to help her with setting up her business. Mentoring if you will," Zack explains.
"So let me see if I understand correctly. Finn asks you for a favor and you want to pawn it off on me? Nice."
Zack chuckles. "Oh come on. You know I'm not good with shit like this. You're the one who handles the customers at the shop. It shouldn't take that long, maybe a few afternoons explaining how to get started. Showing her the paperwork she needs to file. You know, stuff like that."
I shift my cell phone to my other shoulder. "Do you really think I'm the best person to be a mentor? Wouldn't she be more comfortable with someone she knows? And why the hell didn't Finn ask me to do it?"
Zack snorts. "He knows how you are with women. I'm sure he doesn't want his female friends anywhere near you. Look, he's going to set up a meeting but I figure I can just claim to be sick and send you in my place. Finn won't know until after the fact."
I groan and look impatiently to the long ass line I've been standing in for what feels like forever. Zack is lucky he caught me when I'm feeling generous. Whoever this poor girl is, if I don't agree, she's going to have to suffer through an afternoon with Zack grunting and scowling. Standing in the local business office reminds me of when I was first starting out and had no one to help me. The least I can do is pay it forward, especially to help out a friend of a friend.
"Ok, I'll do it. But I'm only committing to a few days and then after that she's on her own."
"Awesome. I'll let Finn know to set up the meeting. Thanks. I'll owe you one."
I hang up and slip my cell phone back into the inner pocket of my suit jacket. Today I've dressed the part in a simple two-button pinstripe that never fails to convey responsible business owner.
The auto garage that Zack and I own has been doing really well for a few years now. He's been trying to convince me to open another location for six months. Since most of the counties in Virginia require you to appear in person to gain a business license, I've been putting it off. But after running reports and seeing the proof in black and white that our business has been on a steady increase for the past year, I finally agreed.
But as the voices of the women in front of me increase, so does my feeling that I should have waited longer to tackle this particular issue. Preferably when we were big enough to be a corporation and I could designate someone else to handle these sorts of things.
"This is the wrong form. You need an application for a business license, not a liquor license."
The woman behind the counter looks like she's rapidly losing patience. With her gray hair and oversized glasses, she reminds me of a teacher I once had. If this lady is anything like Miss Rosings, then all the explanations in the world aren't going to cut it.