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“Not to mention your work ethic. The desire to go beyond the client’s need for basic satisfaction is what truly sold me. She said it’s essential you feel personally fulfilled in the completion of each build before you can move on to the next. Having seen the properties you’ve worked on, that was enough for me.”

Sitting back in my chair, I have to forcibly keep my ass in my seat or else I might jump onto this chair and pump my fists in the air. I’m tempted to excuse myself so I can call Ms. M and thank her right here and now, but Gus’s voice suddenly breaks through my euphoria.

You did this, Harry. You.

The rest of the evening continues in spectacular fashion. Braxton has incredible ideas for this restaurant chain. I’d be crazy not to seriously consider this. If nothing more than the fun I’d have working on it.

As our evening comes to a close, Braxton settles the bill and gives my hand a firm shake.

“Thank you. I’m honored you’d not only reach out to me by letter, but that you’d take the time to follow up and meet me in person to discuss your vision. I’ll give this serious thought, Braxton.” I hesitate for a moment.Do I tell him?This could be career suicide, but my gut is telling me to explain my indecision. “I try not to mix business and personal, but I feel I owe you this much. My only reluctance is my mother.”

He gives me a perplexed look, and I fear I may be oversharing. But I’m trusting my instincts on this one.

“My mother has advanced Alzheimer’s. She’s only fifty-nine. It’s become more progressive in the last few years and has required some major life adjustments for me to provide her with the care she deserves.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Harrison. My grandfather had Alzheimer’s. He was one of the most influential people in my life. I’d never met anyone smarter or more capable. So, I understand how painful it can be to watch them turn into a very different person as it takes over their mind and body.”

Shocked. I’m utterly shocked.

I have to take a moment to regather my thoughts before continuing, as it’s rare anyone, other than those in the medical community, has been able to relate to what I’m going through. Sure, people are understanding. But until you’ve lived it, you have no idea the impact this really has on not only the person with dementia, but the people who care for them.

“Yes. Exactly. I’ve hired a full-time nurse. But I have to make decisions carefully, given the domino effect. I can’t do anything to make her situation harder than it already is.”

“She lives with you?”

“Yes.” He doesn’t need to know the whys. That she’s been the sole constant in my life.

“It’s commendable, what you’re doing. We tried to keep my grandfather at home, but it became too much of a safety risk.”

I nod, knowing that day may come for me as well. “Yes. For now, we’ve been able to make this work. But I’m sharing this because if I have to walk away from this incredibly generous opportunity, please know the decision wasn’t an easy one.”

His eyes hold mine, and I see understanding and images of a future I could’ve never imagined lie within them. Both his salt and pepper hair and the fine lines near his eyes give homage to a life a few decades beyond my own. I suspect he could be old enough to be my father. But unlike most who speak of my mother, the look reflected back at me isn’t pity. It’s pride.

It’s hard to explain, but in this brief moment, I can see far beyond this meeting. There isn’t a doubt in my mind I’ll be working with Braxton for years to come.

After wishing him farewell, I hang back to revel in the evening a little longer. I need to follow Gus’s advice. Get some clarity so I can make an honest to God business plan and then consider what might be possible with Mom. There has to be a way to make this work. Hell, I can’t remember the last time I was this excited about anything. Okay, a week ago when I was dancing with my little mermaid. But this is a close second. Hell, that’s about the only way this night could get better.

If I was able to knock some cobwebs off my dick with her.

Swallowing the last of my drink, I allow my eyes to take in the space one last time. What elements could we re-invent for the new eateries Braxton is envisioning? There’s a small area in thecorner of the restaurant close to the window where a few couples sway to the music.Hmmm…I wonder if we could create a back wall of windows that retracts into itself or lifts like a garage door to let the ocean breezes come through when the weather would allow? Give the place an indoor/outdoor feel.

The furnishings are as one would expect at a price point like this. But what if the place had more of a rustic chic design about it? Sure, that’s for the designers to decide upon. But knowing the aesthetic beforehand makes it easier to see the endgame when finalizing the construction plans. Especially since attention to detail will be a must in this build.

My eyes bounce to the opposite wall. The bar is inviting, with colorful bottles displayed on glass shelving behind the smooth finish of the wooden countertop. Yet it’s almost too much for what Braxton was describing. It needs something more understated. The bar stools I like a lot. They have tufted taupe cushions for relaxing with a cocktail and a?—

Wait just a goddamn minute. It can’t be.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

HARLOW

Standing on this front porch brings back memories. Jimmy still resides in the place we purchased when we got married. He seemed so proud back then. While none of it was planned, he eagerly approached fatherhood with big aspirations. A ring, a house, and a life full of possibilities.

So long as they were on his terms.

Gazing lovingly at Justin, my heart feels heavy. Had I let my children down by not staying with their dads? I’d give almost anything if they could have the life they deserved. But was selling my soul an option? Because it was the one thing I promised I’d never do. Put myself second to a man.

Knock, knock, knock.

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