to be successful as much as she did.
She thought he cared about her.
Wiping tears of frustration from her eyes, she vowed to not let this ruin their professional relationship. She couldn’t lose him as a customer. He was the best she’d ever had.
She had to make a plan. She would finish today’s batch of cheese, then make something to take over to him. She needed to talk to him, to reassure him she would stay professional. No more kissing. No more casual visits. Strictly business. That’s what she would do.
Her phone ringing interrupted her preparations.
“Hello?”
“Thank God, you’re okay.”
“Hi, Summer.” Jessie rolled her eyes slightly at her friend’s dramatics.
“I’m so glad to hear your voice. I called Bo last night, and told her about the woman in his house. She agreed with me that place is bad news. I don’t want you
to go back, Jessie.”
Jessie remembered the woman in the mirror she had seen last night, and an involuntary shudder went through her. She had managed to forget, and now here was Summer, freaking out. She wasn’t about to add fuel to the fire, though. So she kept quiet about the vision she thought she had seen in the mirror.
“I have to go back, Summer. Connor is a good customer, and I will go back to deliver more stuff. I’m not going to mess up this deal.” Her voice held a vehemence, which probably wasn’t warranted in this particular conversation, but after what had just transpired between her and Connor, her emotions were raw.
“Please be careful, Jessie. That woman doesn’t like you. She could try to hurt you. I got a definite feeling of malice with intent from her. She’s probably a spirit who has attached herself to Connor somehow, and sees you as a threat. That’s what Bo thinks, and she knows way more about this stuff than I do. She said …” Summer was pleading with her, with a frenetic energy, which had turned to babbling, and Jessie needed to put a stop to it, or she would get carried away. Summer had a tendency to do that.
“Summer, there is nothing going on with Connor and me.” Not now, anyway. “And there is not a ghost in his house, waiting to do me in.” She needed to change the subject, or else Summer would start obsessing. “I’m going to have an event here, at the ranch. Sort of like an open house, to get people to come and experience my cheeses.” She went on to tell Summer about Connor’s plan.
“That sounds like a super idea! I can make up the flyers for you. Remember that time I took all those pictures for your website? I think I still have them. It would be no trouble to put something together for you. I could put a flyer in my bags here at the shop.”
“That would be great, Summer. Thanks! Hey, do you think Whiskey Myers would play for us?”
“I could ask John. He owes me a favor or two. I’ll see when they can come. That would be a great way to draw a crowd. They have a huge local following, especially since they’ve signed in Nashville.”
They continued making plans, until a customer came into Summer’s shop, and she had to go. They said goodbye, and Jessie went back to her cheese.
When Connor had returned to the restaurant, he lost sight of his primary goals and called Brandy. He had some empty threats he wanted to hurl at her, in another attempt to get her to leave his personal life alone. She didn’t answer. So he had called his Houston lawyer, who had nothing positive to say to him. Frustrated with himself, Brandy, and his impotent lawyer, he had thrown himself into cooking for lunch. The crowd wasn’t as big as he’d like, but it seemed to be growing a little.
His thoughts, as they usually had lately, turned to Jessie.
What had he been thinking? Now he wasn’t near her, under her spell, he could think rationally. There was no way he could have a relationship with her. Brandy would find out, as she
She thought he cared about her.
Wiping tears of frustration from her eyes, she vowed to not let this ruin their professional relationship. She couldn’t lose him as a customer. He was the best she’d ever had.
She had to make a plan. She would finish today’s batch of cheese, then make something to take over to him. She needed to talk to him, to reassure him she would stay professional. No more kissing. No more casual visits. Strictly business. That’s what she would do.
Her phone ringing interrupted her preparations.
“Hello?”
“Thank God, you’re okay.”
“Hi, Summer.” Jessie rolled her eyes slightly at her friend’s dramatics.
“I’m so glad to hear your voice. I called Bo last night, and told her about the woman in his house. She agreed with me that place is bad news. I don’t want you
to go back, Jessie.”
Jessie remembered the woman in the mirror she had seen last night, and an involuntary shudder went through her. She had managed to forget, and now here was Summer, freaking out. She wasn’t about to add fuel to the fire, though. So she kept quiet about the vision she thought she had seen in the mirror.
“I have to go back, Summer. Connor is a good customer, and I will go back to deliver more stuff. I’m not going to mess up this deal.” Her voice held a vehemence, which probably wasn’t warranted in this particular conversation, but after what had just transpired between her and Connor, her emotions were raw.
“Please be careful, Jessie. That woman doesn’t like you. She could try to hurt you. I got a definite feeling of malice with intent from her. She’s probably a spirit who has attached herself to Connor somehow, and sees you as a threat. That’s what Bo thinks, and she knows way more about this stuff than I do. She said …” Summer was pleading with her, with a frenetic energy, which had turned to babbling, and Jessie needed to put a stop to it, or she would get carried away. Summer had a tendency to do that.
“Summer, there is nothing going on with Connor and me.” Not now, anyway. “And there is not a ghost in his house, waiting to do me in.” She needed to change the subject, or else Summer would start obsessing. “I’m going to have an event here, at the ranch. Sort of like an open house, to get people to come and experience my cheeses.” She went on to tell Summer about Connor’s plan.
“That sounds like a super idea! I can make up the flyers for you. Remember that time I took all those pictures for your website? I think I still have them. It would be no trouble to put something together for you. I could put a flyer in my bags here at the shop.”
“That would be great, Summer. Thanks! Hey, do you think Whiskey Myers would play for us?”
“I could ask John. He owes me a favor or two. I’ll see when they can come. That would be a great way to draw a crowd. They have a huge local following, especially since they’ve signed in Nashville.”
They continued making plans, until a customer came into Summer’s shop, and she had to go. They said goodbye, and Jessie went back to her cheese.
When Connor had returned to the restaurant, he lost sight of his primary goals and called Brandy. He had some empty threats he wanted to hurl at her, in another attempt to get her to leave his personal life alone. She didn’t answer. So he had called his Houston lawyer, who had nothing positive to say to him. Frustrated with himself, Brandy, and his impotent lawyer, he had thrown himself into cooking for lunch. The crowd wasn’t as big as he’d like, but it seemed to be growing a little.
His thoughts, as they usually had lately, turned to Jessie.
What had he been thinking? Now he wasn’t near her, under her spell, he could think rationally. There was no way he could have a relationship with her. Brandy would find out, as she
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