And also why she didn’t mention her other business in Miami Beach. The meeting with her corporate lawyer and the Florida company she wanted to buy to expand Skye’s the Limit all the way to Miami. To buy that business—if the option was still on the table—she’d have to sell her Saffron restaurant shares. Plus possibly the piece of prime oceanfront land on Seaside Island that she had saved for her future family.
What family? She was all alone.
Oh well, life is life.
“You’ve been busy all day yourself. At least you don’t seem to have food poisoning from all those experimental dishes you had to taste.”
Skye chuckled. “The competition is getting tougher, and the cooks are getting better. Still, I’ll be glad when it ends tomorrow.”
“Once you commit to something, you do follow through, don’t you?” Diehl asked.
“Isn’t that expected? If you quit halfway, maybe you shouldn’t have committed to it in the first place.”
“You mean like Saffron?” She was still the co-owner of the restaurant, whether or not she had lost her enthusiasm for the job.
“That didn’t cross my mind. I was only thinking about the food competition, how you didn’t bail out from judging even though you could.”
Why was she thinking of the restaurant then?
Could it be because Jared was in town, always reminding her that if Jared had bought the entirety of Talia’s shares, he’d have the majority ownership and would lord over Skye.
“However, since you brought up the restaurant…” Diehl waited a bit, as if he was looking for the words. “How’s that coming along?”
“You mean with Jared as a business partner?” Skye broached the subject. The name.
“Yes, I was getting to him.”
“Let’s just say he’s all over the place.” Skye didn’t want to mislead Diehl, but at the same time she did not want to cause any additional worry for him, considering he had enough on his plate with Elisa and Ethan.
“All over the place, how?”
Uh-oh.
Maybe she should not have mentioned his name.
“Doesn’t he have other businesses to do?” Skye asked. “I mean he’s taking the restaurant business very seriously, even though I have more shares that he does.”
“Maybe he’s about to buy out the rest of Talia’s shares.”
Skye frowned. “Seb was right. On the flight here, he told me not to hang on to things. Here I am, hanging on to forty-nine percent of a restaurant I don’t even want to deal with anymore. Why am I hanging on to Saffron?”
“Because it holds a memory for you, maybe?”
“Yeah? Of all the hard work my brother put into the restaurant for years.”
“I looked it up the other day,” Diehl said. “He poured blood, sweat, and tears into Saffron for his ex-girlfriend, right?”
“Talia. They wanted to do some business together.”
“That relationship is over. It’s no wonder he’s done with it. Now he has moved on, being married to the love of his life.” Diehl waved his hands around in front of the camera. “I’m speculating, of course.”
“You might be right about my brother. He has moved on.”
“So maybe you should too, particularly if you have no passion for the restaurant business.”
“It’s not my thing. I can be pressed into it, and I’ll get it done, and do my best, but it’s not something I’d choose to do—not for the rest of my life.”
“How can I help?” Diehl leaned toward the camera.