Page 214 of Sing with Me

Jodie let out a groan. “No wonder.”

“No wonder what?”

“She’s busier than you are.”

“Is she?”

“You have me. I do all your administrative work. Who does all her office work?”

“She does, I think.”

“She just sold her shares of Saffron—word gets around whenever it has anything to do with the Urquharts—and all she is doing now is managing her personal chef business.”

“Right.”

“Wrong, Mr. Brooks.” Jodie swiped her iPad and showed Diehl a news article. “Don’t you read regional news from time to time? I just read in the cooking section of the newspaper this morning that Skye’s the Limit just took over Watt’s for Dinner, another personal chef company, about the same size, but operating primarily in… Guess where?”

Diehl raised his eyebrows. “How would I know? I don’t read cooking news.”

“Alpharetta.”

No way. In the northern metropolitan Atlanta?

Could God be this good to him?

“For real?” Diehl almost fell off his seat. “When?”

“A few days ago. Apparently Skye’s the Limit and Watt’s for Dinner have been in talks since Watanabe ran into Skye at the Southern Sunshine Food Festival on Miami Beach. Scroll down and you’ll see a photo from the food festival recently, with Skye and Watt.”

A food festival. Skye hadn’t said a word about how busy she had been. “She told me she was judging all week.”

“It takes you ten seconds to put your signature on a piece of paper.”

“True, if you have a good lawyer.”

“She has a good lawyer. Trevor Dell.”

“My sister’s corporate attorney.”

Jodie scrolled down the article. “She kept the name Watt’s for Dinner for the Atlanta subsidiary, and its parent company, Skye’s the Limit, will remain headquartered on St. Simon’s Island. Her company just doubled its value.”

“Where did she get the money to buy another company?” Diehl was embarrassed he had asked aloud. Beyond the restaurant shares, had she sold the piece of prime oceanfront land on Seaside Island? He hoped not. “Why didn’t she tell me anything?”

“I’m speculating here but I wonder if she didn’t tell you because if it fell through, no one would be disappointed. Or maybe she didn’t want anyone to think you had anything to do with it. An independent woman, you know?”

I’m not needed. But am I wanted?

“I’m a liability. No wonder she compartmentalizes everything. I don’t know her much, do I?” Diehl asked.

“You don’t know her at all.”

“Forward me the article, please.”

“Already done.”

“Thank you, Jodie. Please close the door on the way out.”

“Will do.”

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