Lost And Found Family. Leigh Riker

we should lock it all up inside and, what’s the phrase people always use, just move on?”

      “That’s exactly what we should do.” She paused. “That’s all I know to do.”

      “Well.” He eased Bob away, then rose from the table.

      “Christian, what good is there in keeping the pony or keeping that room the way it is now?”

      He turned to face her. Bob sat between them, head moving back and forth as if she were at one of his mother’s tennis matches. “You can’t even make yourself go in there,” he said, his jaw clenched. “How do you expect to sit there doing paperwork? Even to avoid me?”

      “That isn’t true.”

      Christian shook his head. “I wonder,” he said, “if you’re not like my mother after all.” He slammed his glass down on the counter by the sink.

      “You’re being unreasonable. I only want— Christian, I’m not like that,” Emma said. “I’m not Frankie.”

      “Whether you are or not—the playroom stays. Just as it is. Owen’s room, too.”

      * * *

      THE EMPTY UNIT at the Hamilton Place mall echoed as if Emma was walking through a tunnel. Outside the vacant store, in the broad hallways, people rushed by, intent upon their shopping. And Emma could feel her new Realtor trying to gauge her reaction. She’d called Nicole Foster the first thing this morning.

      After Christian had objected to her bringing home a few files ahead of her move in late December, and had refused again to consider repurposing the playroom, she’d really taken the bit in her teeth, as he might say. Which reminded her all over again of the angry words they’d exchanged about Christian’s horse.

      She never wanted to lay eyes on his horse or that barn again.

      “This was a shoe store once, then a lingerie shop,” Nicole told her as they strolled through the now-abandoned space.

      Emma turned in a slow circle. And turned again. She wanted to fling out her arms, embrace this place—and sign a lease as soon as possible. Wouldn’t that give her current landlord some second thoughts about losing her as a tenant? Yet she also didn’t want to jump at the first space she looked at.

      “There’s a good amount of square footage here,” Nicole said.

      “Mmm-hmm,” Emma agreed. She surveyed the area she might use for a reception desk, which she didn’t have in her current location. She studied the best spots for her own desk and Grace’s, too, where the display shelves would look best, and where she’d set up the mock walk-in bedroom closet, a model laundry room and even a garage wall storage unit.

      “It’s a bit smaller than I’d hoped for,” she said at last.

      “Organization is your business.”

      “Yes, and I’d really have to get creative here—but I do like it.”

      “You’d have three times the foot traffic you do downtown,” Nicole pointed out. “Maybe more. And there’s plenty of free parking. This is one of the largest malls in the Southeast, and with this location on the main level, customers wouldn’t have to use the elevators or even an escalator.”

      “I’m on ground level now. This isn’t quite as good as being able to step out of a car and right into my store,” Emma said, “but it’s workable. More than,” she added. Taking a breath, she turned once more in the center of the room. She grinned. “This could be the right move. My business could thrive here, and with better advertising, and some luck, I might be able to quickly rebuild my customer base. Okay, what’s the damage?”

      Nicole named a figure for the rent that made Emma’s eyes pop.

      “Seriously? That much?”

      “It is Hamilton Place. A premier location. Emma, it’s too good to pass up.”

      And if Nicole got her to sign a lease on the first office space she’d seen, her job would be done with a handy commission for one day’s work.

      “I know it’s a great space and I do love it...” She squared her shoulders. This could be her second chance. More customers, more money. People who didn’t know her...past, as so many did downtown. Yet she’d flinched at the amount, which was well above her current rent and even the higher amount her landlord wanted. “But I really can’t afford that much. Is the rent negotiable?”

      “This is a premium location. Management doesn’t have to negotiate.”

      Emma cast another yearning look at the empty room. “Not at all?”

      Nicole linked arms with her. “Let’s go get a cup of coffee. We’ll talk.”

      In the food court, Nicole decided she wanted a breakfast sandwich, but Emma stuck to the coffee she’d ordered. Her stomach kept giving little flips—nerves, she thought.

      “I guess I shouldn’t have let myself get so excited,” she said, stirring cream into her coffee. “But I had an argument with my husband, who thinks I should sell my business instead of moving somewhere else.” She didn’t quite meet Nicole’s gaze. “No More Clutter is not in good shape right now—one reason I’m having to pinch pennies about the rent here—but I wanted to show him I can make a go of it still.”

      Nicole pushed her sandwich around on her paper napkin, her lips pursed. “I’ve heard about your loss,” she finally said. “I understand why you’re struggling. People can be cruel, and there are several other options in this city for those who want to improve their storage capacity or redesign the garage.”

      “Yes, there are,” Emma murmured. “But I think I’m competitive.”

      “Or stubborn,” Nicole said. “That’s a good thing for any woman in business. You’re sure this space won’t work for you after all? It’s a real gem, Emma.”

      “It is,” she agreed. “The storeroom in back is a nice bonus, but it’s small. I’d have to pare down my inventory, not carry so many samples in-store...provide more catalogs for customers to look at, instead. And one other thing,” Emma said. “The mall is pretty far from my home on Sequoia and the rush-hour traffic can be a real problem. I’m not sure...” She paused. “It is closer to my stepdaughter—my assistant’s—place, though. Grace could open for me at least some of the time and I could drive home just behind the traffic.”

      “So this is workable.” Nicole polished off her breakfast sandwich, then wiped her hands on a clean napkin.

      “Except for the rent.”

      “Hmm. Let me see what I can do.”

      They walked toward the nearest exit, where Emma had parked next to Nicole. Normally, her new Realtor would have driven Emma, but they both had appointments afterward in different directions.

      “Thanks, Nicole.” They exchanged a quick hug. “I’m glad you’re going to see me through this whole process—whether it turns out to be this mall or somewhere else.”

      Emma wasn’t done yet. She had to keep her business afloat, whatever it took.

CHAPTER FIVE

      THAT AFTERNOON CHRISTIAN WAS staring at the papers in front of him without understanding what he was seeing. He sat back in his desk chair and, instead, stared out his office window. It looked onto the parking lot in front of Mallory Trucking so there wasn’t much of a view unless he got up and walked closer to the glass so he could see across the road and up the hill where the mountains began. Today they were shrouded in fog.

      Christian rubbed his eyes and sighed. There’d been a definite fog between him and Emma this morning, and he didn’t know what to do about it. Last night he’d said things he probably shouldn’t have. If he didn’t