added. “Their main focus is sports gear. If we could get them, we could move toward bigger companies. Like REI.”
Taryn would love to get her hands on a premium company like REI but the old cliché was true. They would have to learn to walk before they could learn to run.
“What’s next?” she asked.
“I have another meeting in a few days,” Kenny said.
Taryn waited and sure enough, Jack stared at his friend. “I? I? Is that where we are? Each out for what we can get? What happened to the team? What happened to us being a family?”
Kenny, all six feet four inches of blond brawn, groaned. “Give me a break. You know what I meant.”
“Do I? Sounds to me like this is all about you.”
“You need to be specific,” Sam said mildly, obviously content to join the mock argument. Taryn knew that any second now he would turn on Jack, because that’s what always happened when they were like this.
They were each successful, good-looking and worth at least eight figures. Yet there were times when they were as unruly and mischievous as a litter of puppies. Sam and Jack were both dark-haired. Sam, the former kicker, was lean and just six feet tall. Jack had him by a couple of inches and at least thirty pounds of muscle. Jack’s classic quarterback physique—broad shoulders, narrow hips, long legs—had served him well, both on and off the field. Then there was Kenny, the gentle giant of the group.
Her boys, she thought as they bickered. They were responsible for her move to Fool’s Gold—something she wasn’t sure she was willing to forgive just yet. The town wasn’t as bad as she’d first thought, but it sure wasn’t L.A. She loved L.A.
“So I’ll be in charge?” Jack asked with a grin.
“Your mama,” Kenny told him.
“Don’t break anything,” Taryn said as she collected her papers and started for the door. Because whenever she heard “your mama,” body blows were sure to follow.
Sam went with her. “Not going to try to stop them?” he asked cheerfully as they stepped into the hallway.
“That would be your job.”
Something hit the wall with a thud. Sam kept walking. “No, thanks.”
“The three of you are never going to grow up, are you?” she asked.
“I’m not the one fighting.”
She glanced at him. “Not this time.”
He gave her a wink, then sauntered away. Taryn continued to her office. In the distance, she heard a crash. She ignored it and checked her schedule for the day. She had a conference call at eleven and Graphics had asked for a few minutes.
“Thanks,” Taryn said as she sat at her desk. She glanced at her computer. “Just another day in paradise.” And she loved every minute of it.
The boys were her family, and no matter how many chairs, tables, windows and hearts they broke, she would stand by them. Even if every now and then she fantasized about how much more serene her life would be if she’d gone into business with a couple of pacifist guys who believed in the power of meditation for conflict resolution.
Somewhere in the distance, glass shattered. Taryn continued to look at her computer screen as she kept on typing.
CHAPTER TWO
TARYN STACKED DISHES on the narrow counter. The kitchen was tiny. A miniature galley-style, with a three-quarter-sized stove and refrigerator. The colors were nice and the appliances updated, but still there wasn’t actually room for two people.
“Explain this to me,” she said, unwrapping glasses and setting them next to the plates. “I sign the paychecks. I happen to know you could afford a bigger place.”
Larissa Owens lifted a pot out of the box she’d put on the table. She’d pulled her long blond hair back into a ponytail and didn’t wear a speck of makeup. She was lithe and tan and looked amazing in yoga pants and a T-shirt. If Taryn didn’t already adore her, Larissa could be easy to hate.
“I don’t need a bigger place,” her friend told her. “A small one-bedroom is plenty. The rent is really cheap so I’ll have more money for my causes.”
Which was exactly what would happen, Taryn thought, picking up scissors and flipping the empty box so she could cut across the tape and then flatten it. Larissa was a giant bleeding heart when it came to causes, especially if there were animals involved. In addition to her full-time job, she volunteered at a couple of shelters, fostered dogs, cats and bunnies and sent money to nearly every organization that asked.
Taryn glanced around at the maybe six-hundred-square-foot apartment. “You won’t be getting a pet bigger than a goldfish in here.”
“I could get a cat,” Larissa told her cheerfully. “I wouldn’t want a dog. I’m not home enough. Besides, if I need something bigger—”
“There’s always Jack’s place,” Taryn said, finishing the sentence. “Yes, I know.”
Jack, who let Larissa use him to support those organizations near and dear to her. Taryn had never been able to figure out why, but the situation worked for them. As a former NFL quarterback, Jack was expected to throw his weight behind some kind of charity. As he’d lost a twin with a heart condition back when they were both kids, he’d chosen to get involved with kids needing organ transplants. Or rather, Jack wrote the check for housing, transportation, whatever, and Larissa took care of staying in touch.
“He misses you desperately,” Taryn told her.
“I’ve been hearing that in his incessant voice mails.” Larissa wrinkled her nose. “He misses my massages. It’s not exactly the same thing.”
“You’re also his assistant. I’m sure he misses you getting him coffee.”
Larissa grinned. “That, too.” She reached for the scissors and flattened her box. “So, the town. I thought you were kidding when you described it to me.”
“Would that I were,” Taryn told her. “But, no. It’s charming and clean and the people are overly friendly.”
“I like it,” Larissa said as she handed Taryn another box, then got one for herself. “I feel like I’ve already made friends. The lady who owns that cute coffee shop paid for my coffee this morning. That was really nice.”
“Patience,” Taryn grumbled. “Her name is Patience. Yes, she’s lovely. They’re all lovely. Except for Charlie, who’s a firefighter and crabby. I like her a lot.”
Actually she liked everyone she’d met, which was kind of annoying. What if all the niceness wore off on her? What if she started smiling at random strangers and saying cheerful things like “Have a nice day”? She shuddered. Being sarcastic and emotionally distant had always served her well. Why mess with success?
“Are the guys settling in?” Larissa asked.
“I guess. You know I try to avoid
