Page 23 of Grateful in Watch Hill
A simple statement, a simple truth. And yet...
“She said she’d send paperwork to me by the end of today.” I glanced at the kitchen clock. “Probably by now, in fact.”
“Have you checked?”
I shrugged.
Dad leaned backward in his chair. “I know you, and I know what you’re thinking. I can almost read your mind, and I know you’re letting your stubbornness get the best of you.”
He had a point. “Maybe...”
“Have you checked your phone to see if she’s contacted you?” My father jerked his head in the direction of my phone, which I’d placed on the counter before doing the dishes. “Worth a look.”
Following his orders, I stood and retrieved the device from the fading Formica. Once back at the table, I took a deep breath before I unlocked it. Several email messages filled my inbox, and I scrolled though deleting them until I arrived at Nancy’s email. I turned my attention to my dad.
“She sent it over,” I said. “She’s really serious about this. Attachments, an employee contract, everything.”
His mouth broke into a wide grin, and for the fist time in forever, I saw real joy behind his eyes. “Kendra, that’s great news. This is what you’ve waited for.”
“I know, but—”
“But what?”
“What if... what if I’m not ready for this? What if things don’t turn out the way I want them to?”
“They will.” Still smiling at me, he shook his head. “Don’t let this moment pass you by, honey. Don’t let this be something you regret.”
I locked my phone and put it on the table. Leave it to Dad. “Seth is a good guy,” I admitted. “He... he probably wouldn’t have done this in sympathy. He’s not like that.” And I should have seen that from the beginning. Seth always knew when I was back from New York and asked me every time to work at his nightclub.He was a businessman looking for something... someone to make his business better.He was the person to know in the entertainment industry too.God.
“He connected you with someone, and they decided you’d be a good fit for their company. Their vision,” Dad said. “I don’t see the problem with it.”
“You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”
Dad leaned in. “So what are you gong to do about it?”
Now it was my time to smile. “I have an idea,” I said.
