Page 23 of Saving Grace
Kelsey snorts. “Just because my best friend is back in town after a decade doesn’t mean anything. You’ve been ‘Lala’ since the day you were born.”
“I forget you guys all grew up here sometimes. Me and Noah are the odd balls,” Jett says.
Kelsey shifts gears. “So, how are things really going? You guys settling in okay? Gav said you were still set on moving somewhere on your own.”
I nod. “I haven’t started looking yet.”
“You know, Noah’s got a few rentals. You could ask him if any are available,” Jett mentions.
“I might. I just want to get out of Gavin’s hair, you know?”
“Your brother wants you there, Leila,” Kelsey reassures me.
I shrug. “He’s been taking care of me for over a decade now. It’s time I figure out how to go out on my own. As soon as I figure out what to do about a job.”
“I thought you were working that remote gig?” Kelsey asks.
“I was. But they wanted me to start coming into the office twice a week once my leave was up. Not really possible now that I’m in a different state.”
“You were doing admin stuff, right?”
“More or less. Scheduling, prepping documents.”
She looks at Jett. “Still wanting to hire an assistant?”
Jett’s eyes light up as she swings to me. “You’re hired!”
“Wait, what?” I look between Jett and Kelsey as I feel Drew’s heat at my back. “You don’t even know me.”
“I don’t need to. Kelsey knows you, and she’s the one who gave me my shot a few months ago.”
Drew’s hand settles on my waist as he says, “Jett’s a special kind of crazy, but she’s our crazy.”
“He’s right. When I moved here at the beginning of the year, I was running from myself. My head is a chaotic mess ninety-eight percent of the time, but this town helped me chase what I thought was a far-fetched idea. Now, I’m running a bookstore café alongside my editing services. It’s taken off, and I need someone who can keep me organized and on track with deadlines.”
When I don’t answer immediately, she smiles. “Think about it. You can work remote most of the time, and if you need to come in, baby girl is always welcome.”
“I don’t want a pity job.”
“It’s not. I swear it. I’ve been meaning to post the position on some of those job sites, but I keep forgetting until two in the morning.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Absolutely. And no rush on starting. Feel free to take a few more weeks.”
I shake my head. “If you’re sure, I’d love to start next week.”
“Cool beans. We can talk more about it later.”
Jace steps back around the corner and slides a plate of tater tots with what looks like shredded chicken and barbeque sauce on top. “What’s your beverage of choice?”
“Sweet tea would be heavenly.”
“You good?” Drew asks softly.
I nod. “It’s kind of nice being around people again.”
His eyebrows furrow. “I thought you had support in Tennessee?”
