medical records, along with her own. Then there was the bills that she was going to owe, small things, but she’d have to make arrangements for them to be paid and get Hannah the reader. There was enough to buy it, but little left over for much in the way of food for their trip. Kimber fell into a fitful sleep when the sun was coming up again.
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Lee opened his eyes and smiled. He was home. And he was going to stay here for a while, too. After talking to Sloan and Hunter, he told them that he just needed to relax for a little while. A month if possible.
“I think you should stay for as long as you want. The baby will be coming soon, and I’d really like to have you here.” Lee had thought that a good idea too and told Hunter that. “And I heard about your restaurant that you’re opening.”
He had only glanced at Sloan and she laughed. He wasn’t ready to even talk about that just yet. But when Lee went up to bed, his house just too far to navigate to, Sloan told him that she had a building in mind. Lee had started to tell her that he didn’t want it, but she only patted him on the cheek.
“It’s not anywhere near being ready to use. There is some work to be done, but I’m going to have it done with the idea that it’s going to be a nice place.” He nodded. “Maybe I’ll have found your chef by then, and you and he can run it.”
He had gone to bed thinking that if anyone could find him, it would be her. And that was the last thing he’d thought of all night. Getting up, he made his way to the shower and then down to eat some lunch. He’d not realized it had been so late. And he found out that it was later than even that when his dad told him he’d been asleep for two and a half days.
“You must have been right up there with exhausted.” Lee nodded, his mind still trying to wrap around the fact that he’d slept so long. “You got plans? I’m about to head myself over to the diner and see Mabel. She’s got herself some new recipes that she wants me to try out for her. And some fine apple pie that Dawn baked for her. I’m telling you, a man could die content with daughters as good to me as mine are.”
“I’m going to head over to the house. I need to make some decisions about some stuff. Carpet and things.” His dad nodded and moved out of the house just as Lee’s cell phone rang. Answering it, he knew that whoever was on the other line was going to be disappointed if they wanted him to do anything today.
“Mr. Emerson?” He said it was. “This is Margo Stanton. You spoke to the owner of Parfaitement Fait the other day. I might have some information on the chef you were looking for.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Stanton, but I’m no longer in France. I do hope that the owner has had a change of heart and taken the chef back.” When she started crying, all Lee could think about was why now. “I assure you that if he doesn’t, it matters little to me.”
“He was drunk. And I lied for him. We all did.” Lee frowned, not sure what she meant, and he told her that. “He told me that if I didn’t tell the owner that he was sober and that he’d cooked your meal, I’d be out as quickly as Kimber was. I need my job, Mr. Emerson. So me and three other people lied to keep ours…and now it seems that we’re all going to be out of work. The real owner, a person from the United States, is closing us down, telling us they no longer need us open.”
“Perhaps it would be best if you told me what you’re talking about. I’m sorry, but what does this have to do with me, and who did you lie about? And while you’re at it, who is Kimber?” The woman cried harder and Lee closed his eyes. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he really didn’t want to have to fuck with this too. “What do you mean, you’re all going to be out of work?”
“The restaurant, it’s being closed down as of day after tomorrow. Some of us think it’s because of what happened with Kimber, but now we’re not so