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“Chris Revealed,” the title read.
The kid returned. “There’s nothing back there,” he said. “I put them all in the envelope. You were there.”
“Yes, I know. Just checking.”
“Need anything else?” he asked, rubbing his hand under his nose.
She grabbed the Us Weekly and put it down next to a pack of peanut butter cups. If she had to spend another afternoon writing the prices of decorative items in calligraphy onto thick vellum tags, she was going to need a reward, and that reward was a revealing look at Chris Pine, thank you very much.
She walked down the street with her purchases to the John Beverly storefront wearing a knit hat and oversized sunglasses. She had hardly stuck her oxford shoe in the door when Aunt Bev was rushing at her, red-faced.
“You will not believe what happened,” she snapped, taking the plastic bag from Mia’s hand. “That woman is certifiable! You know she loved everything ,” she said angrily, one hand swinging freely, punctuating her speech. “ Everything! And then she tells me, well not right now.”
“What? Who ? ” Mia asked, grabbing her magazine before Aunt Bev disappeared with it.
“Who! Nancy Yates, that’s who! You know what she’s done, don’t you? She’s hired Diva Interiors ! But I have spent a lot of time working on this, and so have you, Mia! She said she loved this, she loved that, she wanted to do it all—but not now. Not now! What the hell does that mean, not no w ?”
“I guess it means not—”
“You don’t think I’m giving in, do you?” Aunt Bev all but shouted. “No sir! First of all, I told Nancy to at least wait and see what I could propose to do and for how much. And I told her that you lost the dining room photos—”
“ I didn’t lose—”
“And that you’d be up there first thing this morning to take them again, and that by the close of business tomorrow, she would have a proposal to turn that pile of shit into a show palace! Okay, so go . Go get those photos! Take them on your cell phone and I’ll print them here.”
“I don’t have a car—”
“Wallace will take you. Wallace!” she bellowed toward the back. “Take Mia to the Ross house!”
Mia heard a groan from the back. Aunt Bev tore into her package of peanut butter cups as she stalked off toward her office.
“Well come on then, toots, I don’t have all day!” Wallace shouted from somewhere behind the carpet samples.
Wallace Pogue, the self-proclaimed Bitch of East Beach, was an interior designer. He was also a floral designer of some repute. He made such stunning arrangements with artificial flowers that the shop’s clients often ordered them to be shipped to their Manhattan lofts. Wallace had a thriving career in East Beach, and yet, he’d been very obviously perturbed that Mia had come to work for Aunt Bev. Mia had been forewarned by Aunt Bev that Wallace was in a snit about her working in the shop. She’d confided to Mia that he felt displaced by her unexpected arrival on the scene. “It’s just been the two of us for so long, you know,” she said. “And he can be kind of sensitive.”
That was an understatement.
Mia thought Wallace was being ridiculous. He knew very well Mia had very reluctantly moved home to live with her parents and had very reluctantly accepted the offer to work in her aunt’s shop until she found her footing.
To make matters worse, Wallace had been tasked with driving her up to the Ross house and picking her up when Aunt Bev couldn’t. And Wallace was not one to let his emotions stew. He liked to release them to the wild the moment they popped up in him.
The motor on the shop van was already running when Mia walked outside. “Hurry up ,” he said as Mia put her messenger bag on the bench behind the passenger seat. “I have a lot to do today, which does not include driving you .”
The moment she closed the door, he gunned it, sailing out of the gate and onto Juneberry Road. Why was everyone in this town
The kid returned. “There’s nothing back there,” he said. “I put them all in the envelope. You were there.”
“Yes, I know. Just checking.”
“Need anything else?” he asked, rubbing his hand under his nose.
She grabbed the Us Weekly and put it down next to a pack of peanut butter cups. If she had to spend another afternoon writing the prices of decorative items in calligraphy onto thick vellum tags, she was going to need a reward, and that reward was a revealing look at Chris Pine, thank you very much.
She walked down the street with her purchases to the John Beverly storefront wearing a knit hat and oversized sunglasses. She had hardly stuck her oxford shoe in the door when Aunt Bev was rushing at her, red-faced.
“You will not believe what happened,” she snapped, taking the plastic bag from Mia’s hand. “That woman is certifiable! You know she loved everything ,” she said angrily, one hand swinging freely, punctuating her speech. “ Everything! And then she tells me, well not right now.”
“What? Who ? ” Mia asked, grabbing her magazine before Aunt Bev disappeared with it.
“Who! Nancy Yates, that’s who! You know what she’s done, don’t you? She’s hired Diva Interiors ! But I have spent a lot of time working on this, and so have you, Mia! She said she loved this, she loved that, she wanted to do it all—but not now. Not now! What the hell does that mean, not no w ?”
“I guess it means not—”
“You don’t think I’m giving in, do you?” Aunt Bev all but shouted. “No sir! First of all, I told Nancy to at least wait and see what I could propose to do and for how much. And I told her that you lost the dining room photos—”
“ I didn’t lose—”
“And that you’d be up there first thing this morning to take them again, and that by the close of business tomorrow, she would have a proposal to turn that pile of shit into a show palace! Okay, so go . Go get those photos! Take them on your cell phone and I’ll print them here.”
“I don’t have a car—”
“Wallace will take you. Wallace!” she bellowed toward the back. “Take Mia to the Ross house!”
Mia heard a groan from the back. Aunt Bev tore into her package of peanut butter cups as she stalked off toward her office.
“Well come on then, toots, I don’t have all day!” Wallace shouted from somewhere behind the carpet samples.
Wallace Pogue, the self-proclaimed Bitch of East Beach, was an interior designer. He was also a floral designer of some repute. He made such stunning arrangements with artificial flowers that the shop’s clients often ordered them to be shipped to their Manhattan lofts. Wallace had a thriving career in East Beach, and yet, he’d been very obviously perturbed that Mia had come to work for Aunt Bev. Mia had been forewarned by Aunt Bev that Wallace was in a snit about her working in the shop. She’d confided to Mia that he felt displaced by her unexpected arrival on the scene. “It’s just been the two of us for so long, you know,” she said. “And he can be kind of sensitive.”
That was an understatement.
Mia thought Wallace was being ridiculous. He knew very well Mia had very reluctantly moved home to live with her parents and had very reluctantly accepted the offer to work in her aunt’s shop until she found her footing.
To make matters worse, Wallace had been tasked with driving her up to the Ross house and picking her up when Aunt Bev couldn’t. And Wallace was not one to let his emotions stew. He liked to release them to the wild the moment they popped up in him.
The motor on the shop van was already running when Mia walked outside. “Hurry up ,” he said as Mia put her messenger bag on the bench behind the passenger seat. “I have a lot to do today, which does not include driving you .”
The moment she closed the door, he gunned it, sailing out of the gate and onto Juneberry Road. Why was everyone in this town
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