Chapter 42

He frowned as he tried to remember the name of the blonde he’d seen the first time he came to her truck. Was it Mary, or something? “Martha,” he remembered. “Or Miranda…”

“Wrong” she corrected. “It’s Miriam”

He looked at her. “Fine. It’s Miriam. So?”

“So I’d like to know who’s going to do all the ordering? Sort out things? Be there to greet the customers and take their orders. Pay the bills. Keep track of everything. All the unseen things which make the difference between a business running competently and running brilliantly. Who’s going to do all that?”

Kaleb could see where this was leading, and he could also see that there was only one person who could possibly do what she asked. He sighed. “I am, I guess.”

“Exactly! So it obviously makes far more sense for you to come and live with me!”

He looked at her with interest. “How?”

“How, indeed!” she scoffed. “You bring a suitcase and move in!” The interest intensified.

“Maybe I should h