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been left to her in trust. She was supposed to take care of it. But Michelle knew she was the one responsible. She’d been the one to leave, the one who hadn’t come back, the one who had never asked. Now she had two mortgages, a pending foreclosure and a list of rules and demands that made her skin crawl.
Someone knocked on the door.
“Come in,” she barked without looking up.
“You sound like you’re still in the army.”
She saw Damaris step into the office. The cook had a tray in one hand.
“I brought you lunch. I didn’t think you’d eat on your own.”
Michelle glanced at the clock and was surprised to see it was nearly three. “Do you always work this late?”
“Sometimes yes. Sometimes no.” The cook put the tray on the desk, then sat in the empty chair. “I had to order my meat and produce.”
“What time do you usually get out of here?”
Damaris shrugged. “Two. Two-thirty.”
Michelle did the math in her head. She knew Damaris got to the restaurant sometime around six. They opened at seven and she worked through lunch.
“You haven’t had a raise since I left.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
Michelle wanted to ask if her mother had been doing this on purpose. If her goal had been to destroy the inn. She doubted her friend would have an answer.
“I’m giving you a raise now. Retroactive three months.” She named an hourly salary. “Better?”
Damaris nodded. “You’ve always been a good girl. None of this is your fault.”
“What have you figured out? About the inn?”
“I hear things. People don’t get paid. Checks bounce. No one blames you.”
Michelle glanced at the tray. Damaris had made her a roast-beef sandwich. Her favorite. There were chips and a small salad and a chocolate milk shake.
She reached for the glass and scooped out a spoonful of whipped cream. “Thanks.”
“Someone has to take care of you. You’re too skinny. How will you ever get a man?”
For the first time since arriving home, Michelle laughed. “I don’t think getting a man is my biggest problem right now.”
“A man would help.”
Michelle thought getting through the night without having nightmares and waking up in a cold sweat was probably a better first step, but she didn’t say that. The information would only frighten Damaris.
The other woman poked at the papers on the desk. “Is it bad?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet.” She stuck a straw in the milk shake. “Do you think my mother screwed up on purpose?”
“I don’t know. She wasn’t the type to have a plan. I think maybe it just happened.”
“What about Carly? Did she help or hurt the inn?”
Damaris shrugged. “I don’t like her very much, but I don’t think she did anything wrong.”
Not exactly what Michelle wanted to hear. Carly’s low salary made her suspicious and their past made her want to show her the door. The deal with the bank was a problem, but more than that was the fact that Carly didn’t even know how to work the computer system. Her carefully handwritten notes proved that.
If Carly wasn’t stealing, then it was all Brenda.
“How long has Carly worked here?” Michelle asked.
“Practically since you left. One day she was here. Pregnant. Brenda gave her one of the rooms. After Gabby was born, she moved into the owner’s suite and Brenda took the two bedrooms on the second floor.”
Michelle wanted to ask what had happened to Allen. If Carly had been alone and pregnant, he’d obviously left. But why?
“The customers like her,” Damaris said grudgingly. “She’s good with them, but she’s not the boss of me.”
That made Michelle grin. “What are you? Five?”
Damaris chuckled. Then her humor faded. “Are you going to fire her?”
If wishes were horses, Michelle thought. “Not today.”
“Soon?”
“That eager for her to be gone?”
“It goes back to the ‘boss of me’ thing.”
“I’m the boss of you now.”
“Good. I like that.” Damaris stood and walked around the desk. “Give me a