An Unexpected Family. Jenna Mindel

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      “Not bad at all.” Rose had never seen so many receipts skewered onto the check spindle by the cash register.

      The two of them had quickly turned over tables, keeping the busboy busy. Chris clanged around in the kitchen, loading dishes in racks that rolled through an industrial dishwasher. The kid had done a good job today, too. Rose had him only through the summer until he returned to high school in the fall.

      Rose itched to get at those financials, but that would have to keep until after cleanup.

      “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jess waved and then yelled out to Cam, who was busy breaking down his prep station.

      “See ya, kid.”

      Rose chuckled as she headed for the kitchen. Cam didn’t flirt with Jess. He’d joked around, but that was it. No good-time smiles and a good thing, too. Jess wasn’t yet out of her teens.

      Rose had been only eighteen when she’d met a twenty-five-year-old Kurt Dean. He’d swept her away with his artistic dreams and careless good looks. Kurt hadn’t been old by any means, but certainly old enough to know better than to fill a young girl’s head with promises he never intended to keep.

      “Need help in here?” Cam’s voice sounded close behind her.

      She’d been standing in the entryway lost in thought and didn’t hear his approach. Rose could feel his warmth behind her and quickly stepped away. “Chris has it under control, but thank you.”

      “Any word on a cook?”

      Rose shook her head. She’d placed the advertisement only this morning. “No. Nothing yet.”

      A slow smile spread across his handsome face. “I’ll help you interview if you get any hits this week.”

      “Thanks. That’d be great.” Rose carried her bucket of soapy bleach water with her to wipe down the tables and chairs.

      Cam was a good diner cook. He’d waited on folks seated at the counter while she and Jess had been busy. Where would she find his equal let alone a replacement by the week’s end?

      It was nearly two thirty when they’d finished cleaning up and Chris clocked out. Rose turned toward Cam. They had an hour and a half before Greg came home. “I’ll grab those financials.”

      “Sure. I’ll be in the dining area.” Cam nodded.

      Rose scurried up the stairs to the roasting apartment above the diner. It might not be the ideal living situation, with only one small bedroom that she’d given to Greg, but it had come with the building she’d inherited along with the business. She was determined to make do until she knew what kind of income to expect after a year or so.

      When she returned to the coolness of the air-conditioned diner, even with the lights off, there was plenty of sunlight streaming in through the plate glass window facing Main. Before Rose joined Cam at the table in the sunniest spot, she asked, “Want something to drink?”

      “No.” Cam pulled off the bandanna and finger combed his mop of thick blond hair. “Look, Rose, I’m no accountant. I can only tell you what I see.”

      “I understand.” He’d already gone above and beyond and was even now, off the clock helping her. “Whatever you teach me will be a big help and much appreciated.”

      “Yeah? How much?” He grinned at her, teasing. It wasn’t the good-time look he’d first given her, but softer. More like the kind of smile a kid might follow up with What will you give me?

      Rose laughed.

      “I see you’re not taking me seriously.” Cam pulled the manila envelope close and emptied the contents, then he winked at her.

      She ignored the erratic dance of her pulse and watched as he spread the stack of paperwork out and thumbed through the pages. Her heart sank when he didn’t say anything for quite some time. “Well?”

      Cam leaned back and sighed. “The Grille has made a profit each of these three years, but the most recent one saw a slight increase.”

      “And the bad news?”

      Cam shrugged. “There isn’t any that I can see.”

      Rose pulled the paperwork closer and zeroed in on the first page and a line called Ordinary Business Income. “It sure doesn’t look like that big a profit.”

      “That’s not the whole picture.” Cam flipped further into the packet and pointed. “This schedule is pretty much a balance sheet. There’s no paper losses or depreciation deductions here. This shows real dollars. Cash at the beginning of the year, cash at the end, and how that cash is used. These payments by the business are more than likely rent paid to Linda.”

      “But it was all hers. Why pay rent to herself?”

      Cam chuckled. “In a nutshell, The Grille paid Linda rent to help decrease its taxable income.”

      “Oh.” Amazed, Rose stared at him. “How come you know so much about this stuff if you’re a fisherman?”

      He looked surprised, as if he wasn’t used to such a compliment. “Even though I have my taxes done, I still review both my personal and business returns to make sure they’re correct. I keep track of my income and expenses throughout the year and always have.”

      “Smart.” Rose nodded. Considering the scope of not only owning the diner, but the building, too, she needed to hire an accountant and soon. “So, based on what you see, am I sitting on a gold mine?”

      “Not quite, but I think you inherited a good business and, with the right people, you can increase profits.”

      He was one of those right people. He not only made super-tasty food, but he was good with the customers. He welcomed the volume instead of cursing it like Chuck had. Having grown up here, Cam knew everybody and greeted them by name. The dining patrons loved seeing Cam at the grill, too.

      “You’d really help me interview cooks?”

      He gave her a slow smile. “And transition them, if I can.”

      “But you’re only here for a few more days.”

      “I won’t leave you hanging, Rose.”

      She searched his gaze, wanting to believe him, not knowing how he could possibly deliver when he was leaving at the end of the week.

      He pointed at the bottom of the first page, bringing her attention back to the books. “Based on profits, you can certainly afford to hire an accountant. This is the firm Linda used and as far as I know, they’re good.”

      Rose hadn’t paid herself a salary other than her tips because she’d been afraid of the immediate bills, including the cook’s payroll, eating up profits and the modest business checking account she’d also inherited. She’d deposited all cash receipts until she figured out a budget.

      “So, what do you think the Deans are after? I can’t see them running this diner.”

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