Chapter Twenty-Four

When Andie arrived home later that night, she saw Jules cashing out a client at Curlz. Hopefully her grandmother was doing better, or at least Jules wasn’t too distraught to work. And hopefully it wouldn’t be a bad time to ask her advice about the advertising.

“Hey, Andie.” Jules’s smile brightened when Andie walked in as the client was exiting.

“Hey. I heard your grandmother wasn’t doing well. Sorry about that.”

Jules’s smile faltered. “Thanks. It’s not a surprise, but it still hurts.”

Mary, who had been stocking the hair products on the shelf behind the register, slipped her arm around Jules’s shoulders. “It does, but remember you had a lot of good times with Rena, and you were there when it counted.”

“I know.”

“I have a question for you.” Andie hoped she wasn’t bringing up bad memories or being insensitive, but she needed this information. “When you ran the boutique motels, did you advertise in any special magazines or websites for people looking for that sort of experience?”

Jules brightened again, and Andie felt relieved that her questions had cheered her instead of having the opposite effect. “We did. There’s an online website for that, and you can buy ads.”

“Oh? Can you send me the URL?”

“Sure.” Jules took her phone out and swiped to Andie’s contact number.

“Is this for the Thompson house?” Mary asked. “How are things going?”

“Great, actually.” Andie filled them in on the loan acceptance and Sally and Shane’s offer. “If their estimate comes in at a good price, we need to get moving quickly. The sooner Emily can get those units done, the sooner money will come in. It will be a few months until she gets any money from selling the antiques at auction.”

“That sounds great.” Jules seemed genuinely excited for them. “I’ll message you with some other ideas that worked for Gram’s motels.”

“Thanks. The only fly in the ointment could be the inspection. You know how Damien Carruthers has it in for me and Emily.”

Jules pursed her lips. “Ugh… But does he do that type of inspection, too, or just for the events?”

Mary cut in. “It doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t worry about that. He can’t make things up, and anything he finds can be corrected. It’s a bit different from the event where you didn’t have the time. Besides, I don’t think you need to worry about Mr. Carruthers.”

Mary sounded so sure of that, Andie turned to her. “Really? Why not?”

“Just focus on the job.” Mary’s eyes twinkled. “Sounds like you’ll be working a lot with Shane.” Mary glanced over at Jules, and they both wiggled their brows.

“Yes, but it’s just work.” Andie blushed at their insinuation. They were reading too much into it because it was just work, after all. But deep down she wondered if working more closely might lead to something else.