but only after Agnes Browning called to inquire after Harold Francolini. She gave Emmaline the information about his daughter, Janelle, who lived in Raleigh, North Carolina. Fortunately, his daughter was able to drive to Hidden Hills that day, and boy was the woman a whirlwind of efficiency. She succeeded in not only getting the death certificate signed, but she organized the service within hours of her arrival.
Her dad, she’d said, had died of a heart attack, and because he wanted to be cremated, she would hold the service at the local mortuary in two days. Emmaline had been pleased that a good number of people attended. Wade had come with her and had been her rock every time she broke down.
On Saturday, he told her that he needed to get back to Pittsburgh, and she totally understood. It was better that he leave because having him around aroused too many feelings. No sooner had he left, though, than the depression set in. Or maybe it was just the pregnancy blues. She had to constantly remind herself that wolves should not be mated to bears.
By Tuesday—over a week after Mr. Francolini’s death—she closed the office for the last time and handed the keys over to the landlord. Emmaline hadn’t felt this lost since the first day she’d been sent to boarding school.
The partial solution to her dilemma was to find another job, only she had no idea what that might be. She’d searched the want ads endlessly but had come up empty handed.
Regardless of her employment situation, she had to give more thought to her growing baby. She finally called Piper at the hospital to ask for her recommendation of a obstetrician. For some reason, going to Storm didn’t settle well with her. Piper was surprised and excited for Em and suggested she see a Dr. Samuels. While the man was human, he’d dealt with shifter babies before.
“I promise I’ll give you the details when we meet,” Em said.
“No problem. Mum’s the word until then.”
Not wanting to procrastinate further, Emmaline made an appointment with him for the following week. She held no illusion about her pregnancy anymore. The increased morning sickness confirmed it, not to mention the pregnancy test itself. Now, more than ever, she had to find employment as it wasn’t just about her anymore.
Not wanting to be by herself today, she headed to the café to do more searching on her laptop. No sooner had she settled in with her coffee and sweet roll than her cell rang. Excitement raced through her at the thought it might be Wade, but when she checked the screen, she had to swallow her disappointment. It was Agnes, the woman who helped find her boss’s daughter, Janelle. The white-haired woman, who looked to be about her boss’s age, had been as upset about Mr. Francolini’s death as Emmaline had been. She’d mentioned that ever since his wife’s passing, they’d become good friends.
“Hello, Agnes.” They’d not only spoken over the phone a few times, they’d met at the funeral.
“Janelle gave me your number. I hope you don’t mind that I’m calling your cell, but the office number was no longer in service.”
“No, not at all.” I wanted to let you know that I will be retiring soon as the personal assistant for Mr. Emerson of Emerson Investments, and he’ll be looking for a replacement. I thought with you out of a job, you might be interested in coming in for an interview.”
Emmaline’s heart beat fast. “That is so kind of you, but I know nothing about investments.”
“You don’t need to. Mr. Emerson just needs someone to handle his appointments when he’s in town. You might be asked to make airline reservations and ensure he meets with his clients when he’s supposed to, but that’s about it. He’s a very busy man. Would you be interested in an interview with him tomorrow?”
Emmaline was nearly speechless. This sounded almost too good to be true. Her job as a paralegal was quite stressful and working for Mr. Emerson—a man who
Her dad, she’d said, had died of a heart attack, and because he wanted to be cremated, she would hold the service at the local mortuary in two days. Emmaline had been pleased that a good number of people attended. Wade had come with her and had been her rock every time she broke down.
On Saturday, he told her that he needed to get back to Pittsburgh, and she totally understood. It was better that he leave because having him around aroused too many feelings. No sooner had he left, though, than the depression set in. Or maybe it was just the pregnancy blues. She had to constantly remind herself that wolves should not be mated to bears.
By Tuesday—over a week after Mr. Francolini’s death—she closed the office for the last time and handed the keys over to the landlord. Emmaline hadn’t felt this lost since the first day she’d been sent to boarding school.
The partial solution to her dilemma was to find another job, only she had no idea what that might be. She’d searched the want ads endlessly but had come up empty handed.
Regardless of her employment situation, she had to give more thought to her growing baby. She finally called Piper at the hospital to ask for her recommendation of a obstetrician. For some reason, going to Storm didn’t settle well with her. Piper was surprised and excited for Em and suggested she see a Dr. Samuels. While the man was human, he’d dealt with shifter babies before.
“I promise I’ll give you the details when we meet,” Em said.
“No problem. Mum’s the word until then.”
Not wanting to procrastinate further, Emmaline made an appointment with him for the following week. She held no illusion about her pregnancy anymore. The increased morning sickness confirmed it, not to mention the pregnancy test itself. Now, more than ever, she had to find employment as it wasn’t just about her anymore.
Not wanting to be by herself today, she headed to the café to do more searching on her laptop. No sooner had she settled in with her coffee and sweet roll than her cell rang. Excitement raced through her at the thought it might be Wade, but when she checked the screen, she had to swallow her disappointment. It was Agnes, the woman who helped find her boss’s daughter, Janelle. The white-haired woman, who looked to be about her boss’s age, had been as upset about Mr. Francolini’s death as Emmaline had been. She’d mentioned that ever since his wife’s passing, they’d become good friends.
“Hello, Agnes.” They’d not only spoken over the phone a few times, they’d met at the funeral.
“Janelle gave me your number. I hope you don’t mind that I’m calling your cell, but the office number was no longer in service.”
“No, not at all.” I wanted to let you know that I will be retiring soon as the personal assistant for Mr. Emerson of Emerson Investments, and he’ll be looking for a replacement. I thought with you out of a job, you might be interested in coming in for an interview.”
Emmaline’s heart beat fast. “That is so kind of you, but I know nothing about investments.”
“You don’t need to. Mr. Emerson just needs someone to handle his appointments when he’s in town. You might be asked to make airline reservations and ensure he meets with his clients when he’s supposed to, but that’s about it. He’s a very busy man. Would you be interested in an interview with him tomorrow?”
Emmaline was nearly speechless. This sounded almost too good to be true. Her job as a paralegal was quite stressful and working for Mr. Emerson—a man who
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