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"He bought this building and still doesn't want to sell it. How is that the same decision?" At her pointed look, he added, "I need to ask him, right?"
"Or the Tarot cards."
"I'll start with him. Thanks."
"You're welcome. And whatever happens, Grayson, I hope you'll enjoy your time here. There's a lot of magic here. A lot of healing."
"I don't need magic or healing."
"Then you're luckier than most."
Chapter Six
Grayson left Josie's apartment with a sour feeling in his gut. He knew he was lucky. He also knew he was privileged, and sometimes he'd wondered if he'd made the wrong decision working with his father, because it had put the nepotism label on his head. But he couldn't worry about that. His father had wanted him in the business, and he'd wanted the connection with his dad. He'd also worked damn hard to be good at his job. And he certainly didn't need a Tarot card reading to tell him what to do next. He was curious why his father had sent him to Ocean Shores, but he didn't need to know that answer to sell the building, which was what he would do at the end of his time here.
As he walked up the stairs to his apartment, he ran into a woman at the top, who was very pregnant and also balancing a basket of laundry.
"Let me help you with that," he said.
"If you wouldn't mind," she replied with relief as he took the basket out of her hands. "I underestimated how difficult it would be to manage the stairs with a laundry basket when I can barely see my feet."
"No problem. I take it you're headed to the laundry room."
"Yes. I'm Serena Morrison. I live just a few doors down from you with my husband, Brad. I don't know if you've met him yet. He runs Maverick's Bar and Grill."
"I haven't had the pleasure of meeting him or going to Maverick's, but I will check it out."
"You should. It's very popular," she said as she followed him slowly down the stairs and into the laundry room.
He set the basket on a table. "Here you go."
"Thanks. You're a lifesaver. Brad told me he'd do the laundry, but he had to run to the bar for some pipe emergency, and I really needed some clean clothes."
"Can I help you load the washer?"
"I can manage that. Have you had a chance to talk to my sister, Ava, yet?"
"No," he said. "But I think I read a report she wrote."
"Lexie had her do an analysis for you. She's great with numbers, and she's been working with venture capitalists and investment bankers for years, so she knows her stuff."
He didn't want to admit that he'd barely looked at the report. "I need to take another look at it," he said diplomatically.
"You should. Ava is super smart, and from what I've heard about you and what I know about my sister, I'd say you have a lot in common."
"How so?"
"She was obsessed with work before she came here. All business on the outside."
"And on the inside?"
"A complete romantic, who fell in love with a surfer and discovered life is more than spreadsheets. But don't tell her I said that because she still likes her spreadsheets."
"I like spreadsheets, too," he admitted.
Serena laughed. "That's what I thought. You're two peas in a pod. I barely like computers. I like living in the real world." She patted her pregnant stomach. "Although this is about to get very real, very soon, and I'm nervous about that."
"When are you due?"
