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Henry came barreling into the kitchen dressed in jeans and a University of Florida sweatshirt, snatched his lunch sack off the counter and turned around just in time to catch the apple she tossed him. A couple of seconds later she threw a granola bar at him. He caught that, too.
“Hey, we could be a circus act. Breakfast is in the car this morning. Chop, chop, let’s go!”
“Thanks, Ma.” He grinned and went to work on the apple, taking nearly half of it with one bite.
Ma. It was the new term he used for her lately. When he’d been little, she’d been Mommy. Then there was the Mom phase. Now she was Ma. Lauren wondered what he’d call her when he got to high school.
They got in the car and buckled themselves into their seats. Henry’s legs were so long now that he had to adjust the seat to the farthest setting in order to be comfortable. Next month he’d turn twelve and he was already just a couple inches shy of six feet. Both she and Tom were blonde and blue-eyed, so it had been almost a given that Henry would have their coloring as well, but he’d inherited Tom’s jaw line and his deep set eyes, making him more his father’s son than hers. He’d come home last night from a father-son camping trip talking non-stop about how many fish he’d caught and how Tom had taught him to make a fire using just flint.
Everything lately was soccer and fishing. And Tom. Lauren was happy that Henry had a good relationship with his father, but at the same time she was beginning to wonder if maybe good ’ol Ma was being phased out.
“Can I eat at Dad’s tonight? He’s going to show Allie how to cook fish,” Henry asked. “You could come, too. Allie said you’re always welcome.”
“Sure you can eat at your dad’s. But I think I’ll take a rain check on that fish.”
Allie Grant, Tom’s fiancé, was a sweetheart and Lauren was thrilled how well Henry blended into their relationship, but at the same time she didn’t want to intrude. Maybe she’d go over to the house and eat with Momma and Daddy tonight. She’d done some research on memory retention exercises and she was anxious to see how Daddy responded to them.
She dropped Henry off at school, then drove over to the shop. Can Buy Me Love was a dream come true for Lauren. In high school, her plan had been to study Fashion Merchandising. But when she found herself pregnant the summer before college, she and Tom got married, and Momma thought Elementary Education was a more practical major. After she and Tom graduated from The University of Florida, they moved to Atlanta, where Tom’s career in Construction Management had taken off. Lauren taught first grade for two years, then quit to be a stay-at-home mom. In between running Henry to play dates and volunteering at school, Lauren doodled on her sketch pad, designing the kinds of dresses she’d always loved. Retro looks. Dresses from the fifties and sixties. She even sewed a few of her designs and had sold them to some local boutiques.
But then came the divorce and she moved back to Whispering Bay so she could help her parents. She had briefly considered going back to her former profession—teaching. But her heart wasn’t in it. So she’d bitten the bullet and fulfilled a life-long goal—she’d opened a vintage clothing store. Her daddy helped front some of the money it had taken to start the business, but Lauren had paid him back every cent with her share of the profits after she and Tom sold the house they’d owned in Atlanta. Unhappy with being a long-distance parent, Tom had moved back to Whispering Bay, which had worked out wonderfully. Although she had primary custody of Henry, Tom spent way more time with their son than the obligatory every other weekend. It was a good situation for everyone.
Monday mornings were always the slowest day at the shop and Lauren usually took advantage by not coming in until it was time to open, which wasn’t until ten. But she’d had a busy Saturday and had left the place a little disorganized so she wanted to get an early start to her week. Lauren worked every day of the week, except for Sundays when the shop was closed. She had one employee, Dhara, a recent college grad who’d maj
ored in marketing and was still looking for a job in her field. Dhara’s hours were flexible but Lauren couldn’t afford her more than a few hours each afternoon and on Saturdays.
She pulled her car behind the shop and used her key to get in the back door, flipping on lights as she went. As per her routine, one of the first things she did was turn on the record player. She’d found the old turn table six months ago at a garage sale, complete with about a dozen or so vinyl records. The record player hadn’t worked initially, but Tom had carefully cleaned it, restoring it to life. It had turned out that the albums and the record player had once belonged to Barbara Alvarez, Allie’s deceased grandmother. Lauren couldn’t explain how it happened, but those old records had a hand in getting Allie and Tom together.
She flipped through the albums and selected Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. Soon, the sounds of This Boy’s In Love began floating through the shop. Lauren couldn’t help but hum along. She loved old music, especially this stuff from the sixties. It gave a certain air of authenticity to the shop, plus the customers loved listening to it.
Since she was here, she went ahead and unlocked the front door, propping it open with a heavy metal door opener. It was cool outside, but not as cold as it had been yesterday. A gentle breeze wafted in from the gulf, making it perfect weather to air out the store. Although Can Buy Me Love didn’t officially open for another two hours, she went ahead and flipped the door sign to signal the shop was open for business. The Bistro by the Beach next door was hopping as usual, and you never knew when one of their customers might pass by and decide to check out her place. Lauren never turned away customers. If there was someone in the store at six p.m., their normal closing hour, then she kept the shop open until they left. In the vintage clothing business, one had to stay flexible if you wanted to put food on the table.
She checked out the window display where two mannequins dressed in bell bottom jeans and ponchos stood staring at one another as if they were mingling at a party. Ponchos were perfect for the mild Florida winter. Lauren had about a dozen in the shop. She’d sold three on Saturday, and was confident the rest would go, too. She just had to sell her customers on it. At the bottom of the store window was a homemade poster with a picture of Mimi. MIMI GRANT FOR WHISPERING BAY MAYOR was stenciled in large black letters at the top.
She picked up Saturday’s mail off the counter and sorted through the usual bills and promotional materials. She stopped cold when she got to an official looking envelope with Waterbury Real Estate as the return address. It was the name of the company who oversaw the lease on her shop.
Lauren’s ears began to pound. She’d been a little late with her rent before, but never late enough to get a notice from the company. She’d paid early this month so there shouldn’t be any problems, but it was still a little nerve-wracking. She ripped open the envelope and quickly read the letter. Basically, the company was informing her that there would be a building inspector coming by next week. There was also a set of directions for how to contact him and set up a mutually agreeable time.
A building inspector?
Since there was no one in the shop, she tucked the letter into her pocket and went next door to The Bistro by the Beach, Whispering Bay’s premier coffee house. The Bistro was owned by Frida Hampton, a friend of Lauren’s. They’d met last year when Lauren had moved back to town after her divorce. Frida was also a good friend of Mimi’s, as well as a member of the Bunco Babes, a popular Bunco group in town. The Babes met every Thursday night to roll dice, drink frozen margaritas, and gossip. Lauren was the group’s number one sub and at the top of the list to join as a permanent member.
The little café was hopping, as usual, which made Lauren happy. She adored Frida (and not just because Frida gave her free coffee). Frida had begun her business from scratch. According to her, she’d made plenty of mistakes along the way, but with some financial advice from her sister, she’d turned into a savvy businesswoman. Frida had taken Lauren under her wing and Lauren had come to view her as a mentor. Frida’s husband, Ed, a local artist, helped her run the place. His studio was located on the second floor and customers were encouraged to climb the stairs to peruse his artwork.
Lauren took a moment to take in the scene in front of her. The walls were covered in brightly painted murals (courtesy of Ed) depicting the area’s natural marine life. Dolphins and swordfish and sand dunes added to The Bistro’s enviable location directly on the gulf. In contrast to the sixties music that Lauren played in her shop, here the stereo system blared anything from Bruce Springsteen to Maroon Five to Adele, and of course, a more than occasional Jimmy Buffet tune. Along with the usual number of tourists, Lauren recognized Rusty Newton, a member of Whispering Bay’s police force, as well as several members of the Gray Flamingoes, the town’s senior citizen activist group.
“Lauren!” Frida waved to her from behind the counter. Frida’s curly red hair was pulled back in a bandana. She wore the cafe’s signature sky blue T-shirt with the logo Got Coffee? Ed was there, too, working the counter, along with Tom’s fiancé, Allie.
Allie, a freelance journalist, had moved back to town three months ago to investigate a story and had ended up staying to help resurrect the town’s newspaper, The Whispering Bay Gazette. She worked the early morning shift at The Bistro to make extra money. Allie’s brother, Zeke, was the town’s chief of police, as well as Mimi’s husband. Yep. Six degrees of separation was more like one degree in Whispering Bay.
Allie finished with a customer, then beckoned Lauren over to her counter. She wore the same company T-shirt that Frida sported. The blue color complimented her dark hair and eyes. With a light sprinkling of freckles across her nose, and all that long hair pulled back in a ponytail, Allie looked more like a high school senior than a thirty-year-old woman. But then there was that body of hers. Long legs and an elegant neck and those big brown eyes. She was an Audrey Hepburn look alike. She and Tom were going to make gorgeous babies. Lauren wasn’t jealous (well, except for those legs). She’d love to have ten minutes alone with Allie in her shop. There was simply so much she could do with all that. But Allie was more into jeans and cowboy boots than vintage clothing. She greeted Lauren with a big smile. “Hey! You’re at it early this morning.”
“You know the saying, the early bird catches the worm,” Lauren said. The problem was, it didn’t seem to matter how many hours she put into the shop. Business was business. And except for last Saturday’s fluke, business was unbearably slow. She tried not to think about it.
“The usual?”
Lauren nodded. The usual was a medium chai tea, no sugar. “I hear you’re cooking fish tonight.”
Allie made a face. “Want to live on the edge? You’re welcome to join us. More than welcome. I have a feeling I’m going to need some backup.” She handed Lauren her tea.
