Page 140 of True North

Harry never told me he did...

What?

When?

As if reading the confusion on my face, Brad offers, “The night of the dance. He was pretty upset I didn’t finish that dance with you.”

His words sound incredulous, as if he’d conducted himself well and is shocked by the outcome. This is not where I want this conversation to go. I need it to go well. I need Brad to help me out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—Harry, he?—”

Brad holds up a hand. “I know all about the Rawlins family. Frankly, I don’t see why you made the choice you did. But I’ve moved on. You should, too.”

Now, the scoffing sound echoing around his office spills from my mouth.

Shut it down, Louisa.

“Good to know,” I say, hoping that will placate him.

He simply nods. “The restaurant is a solid investment. Why do you want out?”

“I need the money for the ranch.” The second the words leave my mouth, I realize I’ve made a mistake. He isn’t likely to help Harry. Helping me was a stretch. But helping Harry after the drama at the dance, losing the girl to the guy who hit him in the face...

We’re screwed.

A knock rattles the door that’s still ajar.

“Louisa! I thought that was you.” Mrs. Connors pokes her head inside the office.

“Hi,” I offer, conjuring my brightest smile.

Maybe it’s not all lost yet.

“What brings you to the office?” she asks, tilting her head while her glance bounces between me to her son.

“I’m just talking to Brad about selling my share of the restaurant.”

“Oh, I love that old place. So many great memories for Mr. Connors and me there.”

I twist on my seat and my expression is almost pleading, I’m sure. “Would you be interested in buying it? Brad was saying it’s a solid investment.”

“I can’t believe Mama is selling. I never thought I’d see the day.” Mrs. Connors sits on the corner of her son’s desk.

“Well, she is. We are. And it’s a quick sale. So no need to auction or negotiate, etc. Nocompetition.”

“You know what, you leave it with me. Can I get back to you in a day or two?”

“Absolutely.” I shoot up from my seat and shake her hand like a goddamn idiot.

She chuckles. “I’ll talk to you soon. Leave your number with reception.”

“Will do.” I back out of the office, not wanting to turn my back on the only lead I’ve got so far.

“Oh, and Louisa?” Mrs. Connors adds as I’m halfway out the door.

“It’s so lovely to see you again.” She shoots her son a pointed look.

“You too.” I wave and hurry back to the reception counter. I scribble my number at the ranch and leave it with the receptionist.

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