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Eyeing the empty bowl, I dip my finger in, and I scoop up some batter. Grams smacks the back of my hand and warns me, “Harvey.”

I chuckle around my finger as the sweetness of the raw batter hits my tongue.

“Your baking is too good to resist.”

“You’ve always had a sweet tooth.”

I laugh as a memory floods my mind. “I was always the first to steal the bowl and run around the house with Oliver chasing me.”

“Or Jeremy trying to trick you so he could grab it first. But you always figured it out and you never lost.”

“I never did.”

Truthfully, I’ve never lost anything. Determination and intelligence are my power tools.

I help her clean up the kitchen and make her tea, before joining her on her plush sofa. When her eyelids droop, I can tell she needs to rest, so I stand.

Her eyes widen at my movement. “Where are you going?”

“Rest, Grams.” I kiss her paper-thin temple. “I’ll be here when you wake up,” I whisper.

She smiles, not bothering to argue.

At least one woman in my life isn’t arguing with me.

Chapter 12

Harvey

I hang up thephone with my private investigator who’s looking into Danny. Carrying a tray with four cups of steaming coffee, I walk into the office, careful not to spill a drop. Molly’s head lifts and a warm smile greets me.

“Welcome, Mr. Lincoln.”

“Harvey, please,” I say with a grin.

Approaching her, I extend a latte. “I wasn’t certain about everyone’s order, so I opted for chai lattes. I promise to come better prepared tomorrow.”

“Chai is perfect,” she says, rising from her seat.

As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, a tall, blond-haired man emerges from an office to the left, his confident stride announcing his presence.

“Hi, I’m Danny, the Project Manager here,” he introduces himself, holding a hand out for me to shake. Giving me a peacock vibe, as if he’s trying to tell me without saying it that he’sthe manaround here.

“Harvey Lincoln.” I slip my hand in his and give it a quick yet firm shake before offering him a latte from the tray.

He shakes his head. “I don’t drink chai.”

“No worries.” My gaze then shifts to Molly. “Is she in yet?”

“Boss lady has been here for an hour already.”

My eyebrow lifts. “Boss lady.” I laugh. “Nice.”

“She hates it when I call her that,” Molly says.

“I heard that,” Jemima calls out.

Molly rolls her lips, and I beam. I love how she won’t come out here and greet me. I have to go to her.

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