Page 43 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“How about I make mimosas?”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.” I laugh. “See you soon.”
When I hang up, I take a few more minutes to enjoy the view. I don’t think I’ll ever stop coming here. It’s my solace when the world flips upside down. My place to get some clarity when I feel stuck.
I make a silent vow to come here more often now that I’ll be around more.
I get up to leave, but before I walk away, I say, “See you soon, Aaron.”
Half an hour later, Dylan is handing me a mimosa.
“Thank you,” I say. “It’s pretty impressive that you made these with only one hand while you held your baby.”
He smiles. “It’s a talent. Lately, she’s been wanting to be held constantly.”
“Why?”
“Leah said she’s teething.”
“Already? Seems soon,” I say like I have the first clue about babies.
He nods. “That’s what I said. But Leah has the bite marks to prove it.”
“Dear God.”
With Luna still in hand, he sits down across from me. “So, what are you going to do now that you’re home?”
“I have no fucking clue.”
“You could always go help Mom and Dad at the bar.”
“Icould.”
He laughs. “I do have something that may interest you.”
“If it’s babysitting your clingy child, the answer is no.”
“No, surprisingly, I’m not looking to hire you as our nanny. That would be like hiring the witch from Hansel and Gretel. Or Maleficent.”
I could be offended, but why bother? He has a point.
“What is the thing you think I’d be interested in?”
“Well, Liz is trying to increase tourism coming to the inn.” He pauses to readjust Luna who is fussing again.
When Liz moved back to town, she worked and lived at the town inn. When the owner was ready to sell, Liz found a way to buy it. She’s spent the past couple of years remodeling it and making it her own.
Once Luna is comfortable, Dylan goes on. “Anyway, Liz is wanting to redo her brochures for the inn and also redesign the website to highlight things around town. I’m sure she could use a kickass photographer for that. I don’t know what the pay is like.”
“Eh, you know I don’t give a shit about that.”
Truth be told, I’m not hurting for money. I’ve been paid decently for the better part of a decade and have had no real expenses aside from a short-lived apartment. That’s allowed me to build a decent nest egg for myself.
I say, “I’m just happy it would give me something to do. I’d do it for free.”
“Careful, sis. Everyone might see how big of a heart you have.”
“No one would believe it.” I wink.
