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I smiled. “I have an idea.”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. Ashley was about to pull a lid off a tote but paused.

“I told you about my company donating all the food we usedfor the mini golf holes to charity?”

They all nodded.

“Well, that gave me the idea.” I inhaled slowly. “It’s new, and if you hate it, you can let me know.”

No one spoke. I was pretty sure no one was breathing.

Even me.

“So, what if we find people who need stuff? There are always families that require clothes, furniture, and tools.” I pointed. “We don’t need the money from selling any of this.” I looked at my friends. “What if we create an application process where people can recommend others in the area that could use help. Some, or all, of us open a unit nearby, assess the contents, then decide who could use it the most.”

It was so quiet that I wondered if the air had stopped moving.

I cleared my throat. “We can incorporate other ideas as well, like sometimes William can fly us out to the places or maybe ship the stuff to someone who could really use it. If a family needs to learn to cook, Logan can offer online or in-person cooking lessons. Ashley and Ryan can help people with tech trades. We each have something to offer, and we can use it to help others. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll inspire someone else to do the same.”

I hadn’t meant to get emotional, but ever since the company party, my emotions had been raw.

More silence.

I sniffed. “Unless you hate it.”

Nanette covered her face and burst into tears.

Brooke moved to Nanette. “Darlin’, you just wrecked the pregnant lady.”

“Sorry,” I muttered.

“I love it so much,” Nanette managed to get out through her sobs.

“Same!” Victoria said. She practically tackle-hugged me.

“It’s brilliant,” Teresa agreed.

Once again, my friend’s voices filled the air.

“William will adore it.”

“Good, because I told you I’m never flying coach again.”

“I’ve got estates all over the place now, I can totally help with this.”

“There are some refugees in my building that could use a bed frame.”

They went on and on, even as we started unpacking totes to see what we had in this unit. We gave ourselves an hour, and by the time we were finished, we’d come up with a solid plan for the first six months.

I’d been fighting this decision for so long that it felt surreal to have it nailed down.

With that taken care of, and apparently everyone happy about it, I had one more task ahead of me.

A date with Danger Zone.

Chapter 30

-Peter-

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