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Jess turned back to her computer. “He’s been up in Baltimore running some interesting real estate deals that skirt the edge of legal.”
Natalie rolled her eyes. “Of course he has. But why come down here?”
“I’m not one hundred percent sure,” Jess admitted. “From what I can find, he’s snooping around, possibly looking for a way to force his way into your Hideaway business.”
“But there isn’t,” she stated. Although she had already been divorced when they legally began the Hargrave Hideaway, she’d had her own attorney look through her divorce papers to make sure Jackson had no claim.
“Natalie, relax,” Jess urged. “I suspect your ex was in the area and used the opportunity to upset you.”
Natalie swore. “He was so nice when we met.”
“Aren’t they always?”
Laughing with Jess eased some of the tension building in her shoulders. “Do you think it was the publicity around the sculptures?”
“Maybe,” Jess allowed. “It’s possible that put you back on his radar. But he isn’t using his credit cards in and around Brookwell, so I don’t think he’s going to be a problem.”
“Let’s hope not,” Natalie muttered. “I’ve thought of changing my name, but now would be tough. I’m finally gaining momentum with my artwork.”
Jess smiled in sympathy. “Don’t change your name for him. But your artwork will be popular no matter what you call yourself.”
“Thanks for that.” Natalie stood. “I’d offer you a complimentary stay at the Hideaway but that’s hardly an escape for you.”
“How about an invite to your next campfire on a family week?” Jess suggested. “The three of us would love that.”
“Baby’s first s’more?”
Jess cackled. “Maybe this timenextyear. But Nash and I are definitely willing to indulge.”
“Consider it done, my friend.” Natalie looped her purse over her shoulder. “Thank you for everything.”
Lighthearted and hopeful, she walked back to her car. In the driver’s seat, she called the outreach director at the Citadel and accepted the interim post. The pay was even better than she’d anticipated.
Life was good. The Hideaway was secure. And her professional reputation was gaining steam.
Resting her hands on the steering wheel, she felt the buzz in her palms. Her creativity was bubbling over, eager for an outlet. Knowing herself, she placed an order for delivery so she would not only remember to eat, but to go home and celebrate all the great news with her sister.
The End… for now
