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“You know I appreciate you doing this. You’ll get home late though.”
She laughed. “Mom. I work until ten or later on Friday and Saturday. I’ll be back on the island before nine.”
“And then have thirty minutes to drive to your place.”
She lived on the south end of the island closer to The Retreat, but she wasn’t on the furthest tip either. Port to port could be almost an hour depending on traffic.
The airstrip wasn’t quite in the middle of the island, but it was closer to the north end. When her grandfather made comments about her going to Boston, she almost always went to Plymouth when she was going off the island.
That port was closer and the ferry ride was slightly less. She wasn’t one to take the helicopter places unless she was pressed for time.
But it wasn’t like she needed to leave the island much either. Everything she wanted or needed was there or she ordered it.
Another thing she couldn’t get men she dated to understand.
Just one more thing to deal with when it came to dating. Someone who didn’t want or care for island living and she wasn’t going anywhere.
Maybe that was another thing that was appealing about Lincoln. He lived on Amore Island and seemed content to stay, from what she’d heard. He’d been there for years.
She’d even broken down and brought him food to see what reaction she’d get out of him.
Maybe her grandfather’s words were like a nudge to her. Or a poke in the eye for her to do something.
It didn’t seem she made up much ground though other than putting food in his belly.
And got a couple of smiles out of him.
Enough that she almost left her purse in the helicopter and that wouldn’t have gone over well with her notecards in there for her speech.
“Which is nothing, Mom. You’re starting to sound old.”
“Don’t even think about that,” her mother said. “Come and let me introduce you to a few of the other speakers that are here tonight.”
She let herself be dragged away.
Her mother started and ran a not-for-profit geared toward empowering women in the workforce or getting back into the workforce after motherhood or any type of situation where they’d been out of work for years.
They didn’t just serve low income, and events like this brought out big donors.
The Bond family name helped also.
Her cousin Hailey had spoken at this event before. So had her cousin Emma who was a Romantic Suspense author.
There were a lot of women with careers in the family that could speak, but this was the first year Grace had done it.
She stood there while her mother introduced her to a few women who had returned to the workforce after being in domestic violence situations and were thriving in their lives and careers.
It made Grace wonder what she was doing here.
Many would say she was born with a platinum spoon in her mouth and another in her hand.
She worked hard for her job, but she could have had any job in the family given to her.
She could have her own restaurant right now too, but it was not what she saw herself doing.
At one point she knew she’d settle down and have a family. Having to run a business and not just a kitchen would make that harder to do.
It’s not like she’d be the type of person to push responsibilities off on other people either.
