Remember, I told you about him. He’s the man from Geekon Enterprises who’s going to be working at the shop for a while.”
“Do you know Mia Hamm?” Lisa asked, zeroing in on her all-time favorite women’s soccer player.
“I’ve actually met her. And she’s a good speller. She needed to be in order to read those playbooks.”
Lisa’s eyes widened, and her lips parted. “You know her? Really?”
Megan had to admit that she was a bit surprised, too. And when she stole a glance at Peyton, she saw a blush creep onto his cheeks.
Why was that? Was he embarrassed to be caught in a lie? Surely he didn’t actually know the woman. Or did he?
He glanced away from her and Lisa, as though he wished he could be anywhere but here in the store with them.
“We’re not actually friends,” he admitted. “I met her at...a charity event. And the spelling thing. I...uh...read that in a magazine somewhere.”
“Mom,” Lisa said, “is the car unlocked? I have to go get my backpack.”
“It’s open,” Megan said. Then she watched in amused surprise as her daughter raced outside to get her bag.
Megan glanced at Peyton. She’d found it odd that he’d said anything to Lisa in the first place, but if it caused the girl to voluntarily want to do her schoolwork, well, then she wasn’t about to complain.
Her gaze focused in on the accountant who’d probably already taken inventory of the way she ran the back office, as well as the way she handled her children.
“Thank you,” she said. “That was brilliant.”
“Yeah, well, even geeks can relate to sports fanatics sometimes.”
A geek? That might be true of some accountants, but there was nothing geeky about Peyton Johnson. He looked as though he’d be more comfortable running track or fielding line drives than adding up columns and running spreadsheets behind some sedentary computer. But Megan wasn’t about to say as much.
“It’s not always Bring Your Kids to Work Day around here,” she said.
Okay, that wasn’t exactly true, but Don had left Megan with no other choice if she wanted to keep her health insurance and the extra pay. This was supposed to be a part-time job, but given how often she had to cover for the poor man, she had to come into the shop much more frequently than either of them had planned.
When she realized that Peyton wasn’t going to comment, she continued, “But I’m a single mother, and with Tyler having trouble at school today...” She trailed off, cringing as she heard herself play the deserted-mom card. She didn’t want anyone cutting her any breaks just because she’d been too stupid to resist Todd Redding’s charms.
When she realized Peyton still had yet to respond to anything she’d said, her head began to throb. So she removed the rubber band, releasing her long hair from its high ponytail, and massaged her scalp, trying to ease the ache.
She shook her hair back. All the while, Peyton continued to stare at her.
What was wrong? Had she made another workplace error?
Should she have kept her hair pulled back into the tight elastic? Maybe so, but if she hadn’t let the reddish-blond mass out of its tight confines, she wouldn’t have gotten any relief from the unbearable throbbing above her right ear.
And the only way she could stay in the same room with Peyton and not completely lose her cool was to stop the throbbing.
When he finally spoke, he averted his gaze and said, “Now that you’re back, do you think you can...um...handle things while I get my suitcase and grab a quick bite to eat?”
Suddenly, she found herself staring at his back. The man didn’t even wait for her answer before he bolted out the front door.
Oh, no. She’d been right. He had come to the conclusion that she couldn’t deal with things on her own. He was probably running out to call his boss right now and tell him the Brighton Valley store was such a mess that it wasn’t worth saving.
She wanted to chase after him, but she couldn’t leave the shop unattended.
But wait. He’d said that he was getting his suitcase. And he was coming back to stay in the apartment above the shop.
She needed to go upstairs and freshen things up. She had to change the bedding and get rid of the housecoat Cindy Carpenter kept up there for those days after her chemo treatments when Don wanted her close by so he could keep an eye on her while he worked. She also needed to make sure the kids had picked up any messes they might have made when they’d had their after-school snacks there yesterday.
“Tyler,” she said, “help your sister with her spelling and watch the shop. I need to clean the apartment upstairs.”
“You got it, Mom.”
“And keep an eye out for Mr. Johnson. When he comes back, give me a heads-up.”
“I’ll give you two birdcalls to warn you,” the boy said.
Megan blew out a sigh. “Just keep him in front and send Lisa to get me.”
She couldn’t afford to be anywhere but downstairs and hard at work when he returned.
* * *
Clay couldn’t believe he’d run out of the store like a blushing teenager stumbling over his own tongue. He tried to tell himself that it was his low blood sugar, but he’d eaten enough of those amazing snickerdoodles to raise his glucose levels through the roof. Hopefully, it was just the lack of protein doing a real number on him.
It couldn’t possibly be the way the beautiful single mom had pulled her hair free from its rubber band and had shaken out the silky locks right in front of him.
He hadn’t seen hair that thick and luscious since... Well, since...he didn’t know when. Megan Adams had such a natural beauty and such a wholesome way about her—just like the cheerleaders in high school he used to pine after, the ones who hadn’t even known he’d existed.
In fact, Megan probably had been a cheerleader and one of the girls who wouldn’t have given him the time of day back then. Probably still wouldn’t, at least in his Peyton Johnson persona.
Hell, after looking at some of the invoices and computer records while she’d been out playing soccer mom, he had to wonder if she even knew the store existed.
The books were a disaster—from the bookkeeping to the mounds of overdue repairs. Clay definitely had his work cut out for him.
Clearly, Megan was in over her head and no amount of homemade cookies would make up for the fact that some immediate personnel changes would need to be made.
How was he going to turn the store around and not let on who he was?
Already he’d made the slip about Mia Hamm to Megan’s daughter. Clay actually did know the World Cup–winning soccer player. He knew a lot of professional athletes and celebrities, thanks to all
