The Chesapeake Diaries Series (239 page)

“The mugs were the owner, Carlo’s, idea,” Josh told her. “His wife makes pottery, so every time a new business opens, she makes the owner a mug. It encourages them to become regular customers if they aren’t already.”

“Any of them ever sit unused?” she asked.

“Nope.” Josh grinned.

“Clever idea.” Sophie nodded.

“People seem to like it. Keeps ’em coming back.” Josh added, “And the coffee, of course.” He pointed to a table near the back wall and told Sophie, “Creamer, sugar, over there.”

“Right.” She picked up her coffee and moved to the table. She’d just finished adding half-and-half when she sensed Jason behind her, not touching, but there. The awareness went up her spine in a slow tickle.

“So how are you spending your vacation week?” He set his large Styrofoam cup next to her mug on the table. “Any special plans?”

“None.” She added sweetener to the coffee, then stepped out of the way to give him room, which also gave her space between herself and Jason. The man was imposing, tall and broad-shouldered, and needed the space to fix his coffee, she told herself, ignoring the fact that being close to him was causing an embarrassing albeit involuntary flush to spread from her neck clear up to her hairline.

“Everyone needs a little downtime.”

“I’m not used to downtime,” she admitted. “I feel as if I should be doing something.”

“You
are
doing something.” He turned those blue eyes on her. “You’re having a great cup of coffee on a Monday morning, maybe even sitting a while and chatting with some friends who are happy to see you.” Jason gestured toward the front of the room.

Brooke was waving to get Sophie’s attention, and the others at the table had turned to wave as well.

“Sophie! Come join us,” Brooke called.

“So, there you go. You’ve got something to do.” Jason smiled and touched the small of her back.

She felt that light, brief touch all the way to her toes. It was unexpected, but definitely not unpleasant.

“Grab a chair, Sophie.” Brooke motioned to the chairs that stood around the table behind her.

“Take mine,” Steffie told her. “I was just leaving.
Stop in at the shop while you’re in town. I’m playing with new ice-cream flavors this week.”

“Count on it.” A number of articles had been written about Steffie’s ice cream, which had been selected as Best of the Bay by several publications. Sophie never visited St. Dennis without making at least one trip to Scoop, as the locals referred to the ice-cream shop.

“Well, this is a nice surprise,” Grace Sinclair greeted her.

“It’s a nice surprise for me, too.” Sophie took the chair Steffie had vacated.

Grace nodded in the direction of the woman with the dark hair. “You’ve met Nita Perry? She owns Past Times, the antiques shop a few doors down from Bling.”

“We haven’t met, but I’ve passed by your shop several times and have admired your window displays.” Sophie smiled across the table at the antiques dealer.

“Come in next time. I’ve all sorts of wonderful things besides what you see in the windows,” Nita told her.

Drawn into conversation about how long she’d be in St. Dennis, and what she should not miss while she was there, Sophie was still aware of Jason’s presence at the table, though he and Clay stood off to the side and were involved in a quiet discussion. She’d been hoping to ask him about his plans for her grandfather’s property, but one minute he was there, just at the periphery of her vision, and the next he was leaving.

“Thanks again for the coffee,” Sophie told him.

“Anytime, Sophie. Good seeing everyone this morning.
Miss Grace.” He patted the older woman on the shoulder as he turned from the table. “Sophie. I guess I’ll see you at Logan’s school on Wednesday.”

“You will,” Brooke nodded. “Sophie just doesn’t know it yet.”

“What about Logan’s school?” Sophie tried hard not to watch as Jason left the shop and crossed the street directly in front of the window, where she had full view as he walked to his pickup.

“Science fair at Logan’s school on Wednesday. There’s a sort of meet-and-greet the teachers and cookies and punch, that sort of thing,” Brooke explained. “Logan asked me to ask you if you’d come.”

“Of course I’ll come. I imagine Jesse is going, too.” Sophie took a sip of her coffee. It was every bit as good as she remembered from her last visit. “This leaves Jesse’s stuff in the dust.”

Brooke laughed. “Tell me about it. Sometimes I wonder if he actually has taste buds. We’re hoping he’ll be able to make it on Wednesday. He said he’d try his best to be there.”

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Sophie asked. “I’d think he’d be happy to go. The annual science fair was a big thing when we were growing up. Jesse always took one of the top prizes. He loved science.”

“That’s what he told Logan. He’s just been so jammed with work lately. Most nights he’s at the office until seven or eight, and he brings work home.”

“Okay, I get it.” Sophie put her mug down. “Really. I do. You can stop.”

Brooke looked at her blankly. “Stop what?”

“Stop trying to convince me that I should go into
practice with Jesse because he’s so overworked. Jesse put you up to it, right?”

“Jesse is overworked, but I didn’t know there was a possibility that you’d be coming to work with him.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why are we talking about it?”

“Because Jesse only brings it up every chance he gets.”

“It’s no secret that since your uncle retired, Jesse’s plate is overflowing. And now with the paralegal having left …”

“Liz is gone?” Sophie frowned. “Jess didn’t mention that.”

“She left last week. Went back to Jacksonville so her kids could be closer to her family. Friday a week ago was her last day.”

“So Jesse really is the only person in the office now?”

“Jesse and Violet, who’s had to come back to work full time until he can find someone to take her place, and I’m sure you know that Violet is irreplaceable.”

“So he’s really three people down in the office,” Sophie murmured. “Liz, my granddad, Uncle Mike.”

“Has he considered one of those temp services?” Grace joined the conversation.

“I don’t think he’s had time to, well, time to think,” Brooke told her.

“My granddaughter might be able to help out,” Nita said as she rose, her
PAST TIMES
mug in hand. “She’s been working for a lawyer over in Annapolis for the past couple of years, but she might be looking to make a change.”

“I’ll mention it to Jess,” Brooke said.

“He can call me at the shop. Which is where I need to be.” Nita glanced at her watch. “I like to have a few hours in the morning to putter, move things around, before I open.”

“I need to get going, too.” Clay stood. “I’m supposed to pick up Wade and go look at some equipment that a brewery over near Rehoboth is selling.”

“I guess I should get going as well.” Brooke drained her mug—pink with white letters that spelled out
CUPCAKE
. “Monday is my big baking day. I was in extra early this morning, so I convinced myself that I could take a break, but break’s over.”

Grace sighed. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to be off now, too. I’m meeting with the new president of the historical society to discuss this year’s project for an article to run in this week’s paper, assuming I can write it fast enough.” She stood, one hand on the table to give her leverage. “Seems everything takes me longer these days. My fingers don’t move as quickly on the keyboard and my right hip is giving me trouble this week. Getting older can be so tedious at times.”

“Thanks for letting me join you this morning, Miss Grace.” Sophie rose, her mug in her hand. She reached for Grace’s mug, which had been left on the table. “I’ll take this up to the counter for you.”

“Oh, thank you, dear. Well, I hope I see you again while you’re visiting.” Grace patted Sophie on the arm.

“Maybe I’ll stop back in another morning.”

“Oh, do. We’re here every day. Sometimes the group is larger, sometimes smaller. It all depends on
who shows up on any given day, but all are welcome. I hope you feel welcome, too.”

“I do, thanks.” Sophie carried the mugs—her plain white one, Grace’s with
THE ST. DENNIS GAZETTE
written in white on marine blue—to the counter, where she handed them over to Josh. He nodded his thanks as he whipped up a cappuccino for a woman who watched him intently.

“Did I hear you say you walked, dear?” Grace appeared to be waiting for Sophie on the sidewalk outside the coffee shop.

“I did.”

“Would you like me to drop you off somewhere?”

“Oh, no, thank you. I’m enjoying the freedom of just taking off and walking wherever this morning. It’s such a nice day.”

“A bit chilly for me, but at least the sun is toasty.” Grace drew gloves and her car keys from her bag. “If you’re sure …”

“I’m sure, but thanks.” Sophie gave a quick wave, then buttoned her jacket against the breeze as she crossed the street. She really hadn’t given much thought to her destination, but now that she was out and about, and fueled by caffeine, she headed toward Old St. Mary’s Church Road and the law offices of Enright & Enright. Jesse wouldn’t be back from court, but Violet would be there, and Violet was the person Sophie really wanted to see.

At the sound of the opening door, Violet turned sharply to peer into the hall.

“Oh, Sophie. It’s you.” Violet sounded relieved.

“Were you expecting someone else?” Sophie came
into the reception area, and as always, felt an urge to lower her voice. The dark hardwood floor was covered with an ancient Oriental carpet, and the paintings on the walls were of early St. Dennis street scenes and early Enright ancestors. The walls were wainscoted below richly colored wallpaper, and the furniture was all well-polished mahogany. The room was quietly elegant and well appointed, and bespoke of decades of legal matters resolved calmly with expertise and civility.

“Jesse’s not back from court yet.” Violet returned to her desk, where a large stack of paper awaited her. “I was just trying to sort the mail.”

“I thought he’d probably be out most of the morning. Actually, I thought I’d stop in and see you for a few minutes.”

“That’s lovely, dear, but I don’t have much time to socialize.” Violet rested one hand on the pile of envelopes on the right side of her desk. “The mail is just overwhelming these days. Since Liz left last week, it’s been all I can do to keep up with it.”

“I heard that Liz left.”

Violet nodded. “We put an ad in the paper as soon as we found out she was going to leave, but Jesse hasn’t had time to go through the résumés we’ve gotten in response. I’ve tried to sort them, weed out the ones that obviously won’t work—you know, the ones with all the misspellings, including the name of the firm, and the ones without experience. But even that’s getting away from me these days.” Violet heaved a heavy sigh. “I’m just too old for this.”

“Maybe I can help.” Sophie pulled a chair over to
Violet’s desk. “Pass the résumés over here and I’ll see if I can get that pile down for you.”

“I’d appreciate that.” Violet slid the entire pile of envelopes across the desk. “There’s another stack on Jesse’s desk. I left them there with the hope that he’d have time to look them over during the weekend, but apparently not. It doesn’t look as if they’ve been touched.”

“My fault. I insisted on making him take me to see that boarded-up restaurant on River Road.” Sophie opened an envelope and glanced at the cover letter. No experience. Into the trash it went. She looked up at Violet and grinned. “No point in wasting anyone’s time with applicants who clearly aren’t qualified.”

“I suppose I could have done that myself, but I didn’t feel right making that decision for Jesse.”

“You’re as much a part of this firm as Jess is,” Sophie told her. “Didn’t you work for my grandfather for, like, forever?”

Violet laughed. “It does seem that way. I did try to retire when he did, but then along came Jesse, and while I admit I was skeptical about him for a time, he did win me over.”

“Skeptical because of our dad.” Sophie nodded. She knew the story.

“Yes.” Violet met Sophie’s eyes without apology. “Your father was a scoundrel. I suppose he still is and always will be, though God knows why he should have been. He was always loved and he was raised right, and he still turned out to be a scoundrel. Your grandmother was my best friend, and he broke her heart. Some things you don’t forget. Some you can’t forgive.”

“I have a hard time understanding him, too.” Sophie started to open another envelope, and Violet passed her a letter opener with a silver handle. “Actually, I don’t understand him at all.”

“He was always a handful, that boy, but once he hit high school, he became worse. Always in trouble of one sort or another. Made it through college somehow, though he was bounced out of the first school he went to. Law school, he barely graduated, but he did pass the bar. Then he met and married that lovely Delia and had those three sweet children …” Violet shook her head. “Whatever possessed him to leave her—and them—I’ll never know. Your grandmother Rose told me that he had no contact with Delia and the children after he left. He just walked away from that family, and she never did know why. Oh, I understand he did pay some child support, but still, what kind of a man does a thing like that?”

“No answers here.” Sophie shrugged. “He met my mom after he left Delia, and they had Jesse and then me. Then he met someone else and he left us as well. Now he’s onto his fourth wife—at least I think she’s his wife, but I’m not sure that they’re actually married. I don’t know if his divorce from Pam—she was wife number three—is final. I think the new woman is a lot younger than he.”

“I’d say she was a gold digger, but since he was disbarred, I don’t suppose he’s making as good a living as he could have.”

“I don’t know her—don’t know anything about her—and I haven’t seen him, so there’s not much I can say.”

“It has to weigh on you, though.” Violet’s hands rested atop the letter she had yet to begin to read.

“Oh, it does. At least, it used to. These days, I guess I just feel that he’s made his bed—literally—and he’s going to have to live with the choices he’s made.”