Jackson smiled. “Beau could do it. Do you have his number?”
He enjoyed watching Mercer’s face, which flashed with a few different emotions before she moved a neutral expression. “I don’t.”
“I’ll pass yours on and have him call you.”
“You don’t think you should handle it? I mean, I don’t know about design …”
“I trust you. I trust Beau. Great work, Mercer.”
“Thanks. I better get started on the details. I’ll need to rearrange shelf space.” Mercer disappeared, heading toward the back of the store.
If Jackson wasn’t going to get the girl, at least he could help Beau get his. Though maybe he should mind his own business. Whether it was Bohn’s slow demise or his inability to win over Jenna, everything he touched lately seemed to be doomed to fail.