An Unexpected Family. Jenna Mindel

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      Her mind wandered. She didn’t want to sell. The deed hadn’t even transferred to her yet, so how could she sell?

       “Which we are about to receive, from Thy bounty...”

      But then, what if Karl and Kory contested the will and she lost? She’d have nothing. No legacy for Greg. Nothing.

       “Through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.”

      She felt a warm, large hand cover hers. Startled, her eyes flew open and locked with Cam’s. He looked kind and genuine.

      His hand remained on hers. “How’d you find out that you’d inherited the diner?”

      Rose slid her hand back and tried to think. She’d met this man only a few hours ago. Even though he’d helped her when things had gone from bad to worse, she shouldn’t trust him. Still, it’d be nice to unload on someone other than her parents. They worried about her enough as it was. “Um, I received a letter enclosed in a packet that I had to sign for. Would you like to read it?”

      “Uh...sure.”

      Rose popped off the stool and darted upstairs, returning in moments with a fat folder. Rifling through the financials that had been sent, as well, Rose pulled out the letter and handed it to Cam.

      His gazed raked over the document as he chewed, then he waved it away. “Why don’t you read it?”

      Rose glanced at Greg. Her son nodded in agreement as he took the last bite of his cheeseburger. She slid her plate toward him. “You can have mine.”

      Greg reached for her sandwich with only two bites taken. “Mmm, yeah.”

      Rose made the mistake of looking back at Cam. Gazing into those brilliant blue eyes full of concern brought a hitch in her breathing. Now was not the time to fall apart. Taking a deep breath, Rose rallied her strength and read.

       “‘I am hereby writing to inform you that the inheritance process has been successfully completed and the will of Linda M. Dean has been put into action. According to said will, Rose Dean will immediately inherit the business titled Dean’s Hometown Grille and the commercial building therein at the bequest left by Linda M. Dean to you.’”

      Rose lowered the letter. “Then there’s the stuff about transference of property and Linda’s wish for Greg to eventually take over. Financials were also included in the package.”

      “Sounds legit,” Cam finally said.

      “Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?”

      “I don’t know.” Cam gestured to the packet. “So all that came with the letter?”

      Rose nodded and pushed the folder toward Cam. “Three years’ worth of business tax returns.”

      “Have you looked at them?”

      Rose shook her head. She’d never been good with that sort of thing. She couldn’t even figure out her own tax returns let alone a business like this one. “I don’t know what to look for.”

      Cam pushed his plate out of the way. “Greg, would you mind taking the dishes to the kitchen? I’d like to talk to your mom a minute.”

      Greg looked at her.

      Rose nodded. “I got these. Why don’t you go upstairs and clean up.”

      Greg slid off the stool, but he gathered up the empty plates anyway. “Thanks, Cam. The burgers were really good.”

      “You’re welcome.” After her boy entered the kitchen, he added, “You’ve done a good job. He’s a good kid.”

      “Thanks. My parents helped, especially my dad.” She searched Cam’s face. “What am I going to do?”

      “To my knowledge, the Deans live downstate and have never been involved in the diner. My guess is that they think you’re sitting on a gold mine. You need to find out if that’s true in those financials.”

      “I can’t afford an accountant and even if I could, would he have the answer in a week?”

      “I can take a look.”

      Rose stared at him. “You know what to look for?”

      Cam nodded. “I know how to find a business’s cash flow. I’ve kept track of my own and double-checked my business manager’s figures.”

      Cam had a business manager? Rose wrestled with that bit of information. What exactly did this man do for a living?

      “Rose, you can trust me.”

      He’d misunderstood her silence. But trust wasn’t something she should hand over along with her financials. Drumming her fingertips on the laminate countertop, Rose had an idea. Hopefully a good one. “Okay. You can look them over on one condition.”

      He narrowed his eyes. “What’s that?”

      “You have to teach me how to figure them out, too.”

      Cam smiled, broad and sure. “Done. We can get started right now if you’d like.”

      Rose stood and gathered up her packet of information. “I can’t. My parents are up for the weekend.”

      “How about Monday? After we close the diner.” Cam stood, too. “I’ve worked in restaurants on and off since I was a kid. I can fill in for a few days.”

      Rose ignored the flutter of nerves hearing them described as we but she didn’t have many options. She didn’t have much time, either. Squaring her shoulders, she agreed. “Monday, after we close.”

      Her future and Greg’s legacy depended on this. Rose needed all the facts before seeking out Linda’s attorney. Time wasn’t on her side and Cam might be her only hope. He was also an attractive man. One she knew little about. If this was some sort of game for him, a way to come on to her, he could prove to be her biggest fear.

       Chapter Two

      “Oh, Rose, this is lovely!” Her mother looked around, smiling as she entered the diner. Her parents had showed up sooner than expected. “Your father is parking the car. This is so nostalgic with the red vinyl chairs and spinning stools. I love it.”

      “I’m glad.” Rose gave her mom a big hug.

      Many told Rose that she resembled her mom. They shared the same eye color and clothing size and practice of dyeing their hair. Although, her mom covered gray with a light brown shade; Rose used her naturally mousy color to hide. She didn’t care to be noticed, especially by men. Once upon a time, Rose had experimented with more striking shades for the fun of it. Not now. Everything she did had to have a bigger reason, a purpose.

      The rattle of pots and pans sounded from the kitchen. Her mom craned her neck to see. “Is that Greg?”

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