laptop rested on her
naked thighs and she sipped coffee. Jordan cracked one eye open. He hadn’t
slept that well in years. His mate was amazing. She had her bottom teeth
clamped down on her top lip. She looked like she was doing her impression of a
bulldog but he knew better. Lettie was deep in thought and was on the verge of
working out all of the problems in their world. He smiled but she didn’t see
him. She was tapping keys on the computer. He hated that damned contraption. Every
time he used it, his problems multiplied and Jordan did not need any more
problems. Besides being on probation, he still had the packs debt to work out plus
his own personal finances sucked for the first time since he was fifteen, it
was all too much. The first step was complete though, he had Lettie back, and
she was always smart enough for both of them. Step two; present this stroke of
genius to the pack. They were going back to work any way that you looked at it
because if they didn’t they were all going to be living in tents in the woods.
Some of them may not mind that but Jordan was partial to a mattress. Step
three; was to carry out her plan once the pack accepted it. He took a deep
breath and sighed.
“Give me a minute
and I’ll show you what I’ve worked out.” She said without looking at him.
“I will wait
patiently if you let me hold that coffee cup.” She smiled and reached over to
the night table for his waiting cup. “Yep, brilliant.” Lettie laughed.
Jordan sat up beside her and looked down at the screen. There were way too
many numbers there to make sense to him. He sipped his coffee and closed his
eyes, even her coffee was better than his was. You put grounds and water in a
machine for God’s sake what did she do that was different? He would watch her
sometime and figure it out.
“Okay, here.”
Lettie turned the laptop to show him. They sipped coffee while she explained
and pointed at the numbers on the screen. She was still explaining it to him
while she scrambled eggs twenty minutes later. By the time she started to load
the dishwasher, Jordan understood her plan in depth and step by step. He was
right before when he told her that she was brilliant. This would work. They
would pull themselves out of financial hardship and would have a sustainable
income. Once the developers bought the land from the pack and the profits
divided among the pack, they would be safe again. The members would stay on as
well paid workers. The land closest to pack land would stay undeveloped as
well as the land closest to the store. They would develop that later with pack
money into high-end rental units that the pack would control and run. It was
intricate and it was genius. The pack must agree and Mister Thompson must
agree but he didn’t think there would be a problem with either.
Chapter Nine
“I don’t know
Jordan. I’ve gone along with many things over the years but this is…I’m not
sure if I am ready to retire. If your people need jobs, I can offer jobs but I
don’t know if I’m ready to let the store go.” Lettie sipped the soda from the
bottle. Jordan was tense and she felt it. What would they do if this didn’t
work out? He would have to start the heating company that he mentioned. She
didn’t want him to be unhappy for her sake or the pack’s sake. Jordan had come
in here expecting this to be a breeze. ‘What do you say to letting me buy the
store so you can retire.’ He should’ve known better. He must approach this
with kid gloves. This man had run the store his whole life and it was like his
child. You don’t just breeze in and take a man’s child away.
“Mister Thompson,”
Lettie said softly, “what is it that you are hanging on to?” She asked
gently. “You keep telling me that you want to retire and move to Florida. I
thought this would help you and us.” He rubbed his balding
naked thighs and she sipped coffee. Jordan cracked one eye open. He hadn’t
slept that well in years. His mate was amazing. She had her bottom teeth
clamped down on her top lip. She looked like she was doing her impression of a
bulldog but he knew better. Lettie was deep in thought and was on the verge of
working out all of the problems in their world. He smiled but she didn’t see
him. She was tapping keys on the computer. He hated that damned contraption. Every
time he used it, his problems multiplied and Jordan did not need any more
problems. Besides being on probation, he still had the packs debt to work out plus
his own personal finances sucked for the first time since he was fifteen, it
was all too much. The first step was complete though, he had Lettie back, and
she was always smart enough for both of them. Step two; present this stroke of
genius to the pack. They were going back to work any way that you looked at it
because if they didn’t they were all going to be living in tents in the woods.
Some of them may not mind that but Jordan was partial to a mattress. Step
three; was to carry out her plan once the pack accepted it. He took a deep
breath and sighed.
“Give me a minute
and I’ll show you what I’ve worked out.” She said without looking at him.
“I will wait
patiently if you let me hold that coffee cup.” She smiled and reached over to
the night table for his waiting cup. “Yep, brilliant.” Lettie laughed.
Jordan sat up beside her and looked down at the screen. There were way too
many numbers there to make sense to him. He sipped his coffee and closed his
eyes, even her coffee was better than his was. You put grounds and water in a
machine for God’s sake what did she do that was different? He would watch her
sometime and figure it out.
“Okay, here.”
Lettie turned the laptop to show him. They sipped coffee while she explained
and pointed at the numbers on the screen. She was still explaining it to him
while she scrambled eggs twenty minutes later. By the time she started to load
the dishwasher, Jordan understood her plan in depth and step by step. He was
right before when he told her that she was brilliant. This would work. They
would pull themselves out of financial hardship and would have a sustainable
income. Once the developers bought the land from the pack and the profits
divided among the pack, they would be safe again. The members would stay on as
well paid workers. The land closest to pack land would stay undeveloped as
well as the land closest to the store. They would develop that later with pack
money into high-end rental units that the pack would control and run. It was
intricate and it was genius. The pack must agree and Mister Thompson must
agree but he didn’t think there would be a problem with either.
Chapter Nine
“I don’t know
Jordan. I’ve gone along with many things over the years but this is…I’m not
sure if I am ready to retire. If your people need jobs, I can offer jobs but I
don’t know if I’m ready to let the store go.” Lettie sipped the soda from the
bottle. Jordan was tense and she felt it. What would they do if this didn’t
work out? He would have to start the heating company that he mentioned. She
didn’t want him to be unhappy for her sake or the pack’s sake. Jordan had come
in here expecting this to be a breeze. ‘What do you say to letting me buy the
store so you can retire.’ He should’ve known better. He must approach this
with kid gloves. This man had run the store his whole life and it was like his
child. You don’t just breeze in and take a man’s child away.
“Mister Thompson,”
Lettie said softly, “what is it that you are hanging on to?” She asked
gently. “You keep telling me that you want to retire and move to Florida. I
thought this would help you and us.” He rubbed his balding
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