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He had just got traded to Pittsburgh and no longer wanted to bounce from team to team. His reputation in Nashville was less than desirable, and he didn’t think the people of Pittsburgh would take kindly to a playboy who had what the Nashville media had called “a bad attitude.”
But being part of this group had changed him. Finding a place that he wanted to call home had taken him by surprise. Maybe this was just the chance he was looking for. A chance to put himself out there as a player the fans could love—and a chance to shed the negative playboy image.
“How are things coming along with the bar?”
“Everything seems to be right on schedule. We’re in the process of hiring now and getting the staff trained.”
“And how’s that going? Are you getting a lot of applicants?”
Noah shrugged. “I have a bunch I’m looking at for servers, dishwashers, hostesses, that kind of stuff. And I did hire the chef you told me about. He recommended kitchen staff, so that was easy to fill.” The whole process had been intense and exhausting. He rubbed his hands over his face.
“Sounds promising. So why do you look so stressed?”
Noah sighed. “I haven’t found someone to run the place yet. Let’s face it, I might own it, but I can’t be there all the time.”
“Sounds like you need a Talia 2.0,” Harrison said with a laugh.
“Yeah, I think that’s what got me stuck. Every application I look at, I am searching for certain experience, and it’s just not there. I mean, I need to be able to trust this person one hundred percent.”
Harrison simply sat grinning at him.
“What? Are you holding out on me? Do you know someone? I need names, Dash.” Noah was starting to think there wasn’t anyone out there that would meet his expectations, not unless Talia could clone herself and run both places. He knew enough about business, but not a ton about running a restaurant. He was hoping to bring in someone with that knowledge.
“You already know her.”
The goofy look on Harrison’s face had Noah well aware of whom he was thinking. Not like she wasn’t on the top of his list already. “Jordan?”
“She is everything you’re looking for. Jordan practically ran this place while Talia was on maternity leave. And now that Talia works less hours, Jordan is her go to. She’s great at what she does.”
Jordan, the woman he had his sights set on since day one.
Noah tilted his head and stared at his friend. Harrison was right; Jordan had all the qualifications. But poaching Jordan from Talia, his friend, didn’t seem like the safe option. It wasn’t as though Jordan had come to him for the job.
“And how do you think your wife would feel about this idea?” Noah knew Jordan was the answer to his prayers, but tearing her away from Talia, who relied on her, sounded like a bad idea. Especially after Harrison and Talia had opened up their home to him.
“Are you kidding?” Harrison chuckled. “She’d hate it.”
“And she’d hate me too.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’d never be invited over for dinner again.”
“Eh.” Harrison grimaced. “I can work on her.”
“After she kicks my ass,” Noah teased. “You know she will. Even if Jordan decided not to take up my offer.”
“Nah,” Harrison shook his head. “Well, maybe.”
“Funny.” Noah pushed his plate away, frowning. “But if Jordan is Talia’s right hand person, who would take her place here?”
“There are a couple of trainees that Jordan’s been instructing. And if Tal doesn’t think either of them is up to it, she could always advertise.”
Noah wasn’t too sure about that, but their conversation ended abruptly, as Talia strode towards them.
“Hey babe,” Talia said, putting her arm around Harrison. “I’m ready for lunch.”
Harrison stood and pushed his chair in. “Sorry Noah, I got a better offer. See you later.”
“Story of my life,” Noah teased, as Talia and Harrison walked away.
His friend wasn’t wrong about Jordan. She seemed to be everywhere in the restaurant at once. Watching her move around the room, help the servers, solve issues, and make sure everyone was happy, he knew she was who he needed running his bar.
