met him yet.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Have you warned him what he’s getting into, coming to a town like this one?”
“He’ll be fine.”
She walked toward him. “You’ve obviously stayed in touch with Ford.”
He nodded, then wondered if her interest was personal rather than general. They’d all been friends together. Ford had spent years in town after he had left. Had they dated? Ford had never said anything, but he didn’t share all that much. Tension tightened the muscles across the back of his shoulders.
“You looking forward to seeing him?” Justice asked.
“Sure.” She paused. “Is he married?”
He didn’t like the question and liked the answer even less. “No. Is that good news?”
She smiled. “It’s always fun when a hometown hero returns. I think his mother and sisters will be more excited.” Her smile turned mischievous. “As for the married thing, you can’t tell anyone, but my friend Isabel is totally freaked out about Ford coming back.”
His muscles relaxed. “She had a thing for him?”
“Big-time. Ford was engaged to her sister. Maeve cheated on him with his best friend and Ford was understandably pissed. He took off and joined the army. Maeve married the best friend. They’re still together. But Ford almost never comes back to visit. When he sees his family, he meets them somewhere else and not very often. Isabel was only fourteen when Ford left and she wrote him for years. Now they’re all grown up and she’s moved back to town. She’s very nervous about seeing him again.” Patience paused. “Is this too much information?”
“No. It’s confusing, but not too much.”
She looked around at the warehouse. “Are you scared?”
“About?”
“Starting a business. I’m terrified. If I think about it too much, I start to doubt myself.” She looked back at him. “My dad took off when I was only a couple of years older than Lillie. He never bothered to stay in touch with me. After he left, it was my mom and me. Then I met Ned and that was a disaster. I was alone and I had Lillie, and my mom invited me back home.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “She was always there for me. The inheritance will help pay the mortgage off. That’s security for both of us. But I have Lillie, and if the coffee shop fails, I will have wasted all that money. Am I being irresponsible, taking on the risk?”
He moved toward her and put his hands on her shoulders. “No. You get to be happy, too.”
“I’m happy working at Chez Julia.”
“Is being a hairstylist your dream?”
“No, but...”
“Is Brew-haha?”
The corners of her mouth turned up. “Yes, but—”
“No buts. You get to have your dream, Patience. You’ve taken care of your mom’s house and your daughter’s college. You get to have a little something for yourself, too.”
“Opening a business isn’t a little thing.”
“You deserve to have one of your dreams come true.”
“What if I fail?”
Her eyes darkened as she said the words, and he knew she’d just spoken her greatest fear. But before he could tell her she wouldn’t and list all the reasons why, someone spoke his name.
“There you are. You’re a very difficult man to find.”
Patience stepped back and he dropped his hands to his sides. The woman walking purposefully toward him was probably close to fifty, with blond hair and a familiar face. He searched his memory and came up with a name.
Denise Hendrix. Ford’s mother.
* * *
PATIENCEWATCHED THE big, bad bodyguard back up when faced with his business partner’s mother. She settled in to watch what she knew would be an excellent show.
Denise Hendrix had six children. Patience was sure she loved them all equally, but five of them were living in town with the sixth risking his life serving his country. Any mother would get a little intense about that.
Denise stopped in front of Justice.
“You’re the reason my son is finally coming home.”
Justice swallowed. Patience would swear something very close to fear invaded his eyes. He held up both hands in a gesture that looked two parts protection, one part surrender.
“I, uh—”
Denise nodded, blinking back tears. “I’ve been praying for this. He was so upset when he left. Of course he was.” She glanced at Patience. “I blame Maeve. I’ve forgiven her, of course. Still, did he have to stay gone? It’s been years and years. I know his work is dangerous—he won’t talk about it. He emails. Because an email is as good as a visit?”
She turned back to Justice. “Then you came here and decided to open your business. I can’t thank you enough.”
“We, uh, thought—”
She nodded and wiped her cheeks. “I know. It wasn’t all you. But I was starting to think he would never come back and now he’ll be here. I have to make sure he never leaves again.”
Poor Ford, Patience thought. She hoped he knew what he was getting into by returning to his hometown.
“Thank you,” Denise said, then lunged forward.
Patience was sure Justice knew a dozen moves to ward off his friend’s mother. But instead of using any of them, he simply endured the long hug.
When he was finally free, he managed a strangled “You’re welcome.”
Denise sniffed. “I remember when you were just a teenager, Justice. You were a good friend to Ford. I’m glad you found your way back here.” She smiled at Patience, waved and left.
Patience turned to Justice. “Always the hero.”
He tugged at the collar of his shirt. “Mrs. Hendrix is very enthusiastic.”
“We’re all adults and you just had a significant body press from her. You should probably call her Denise.”
He winced. “I think Mrs. Hendrix is more appropriate.”
She grinned, delighted with his obvious discomfort. She liked knowing the very together and powerful Justice Garrett could be rattled by a middle-aged mother of six. “Uh-huh. She terrifies you.”
“Just a little.”
She started to laugh. “It’s always fun when a tough-guy facade cracks.”
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