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“That’s a lot of money.”
“It’s a big job.” He stood. “It won’t happen quickly. Cameron isn’t leaving until spring, but we’d like to have his replacement chosen in the next four to six weeks. If it were up to me, there’d be no question. No interviews. The job is yours. Think about it.”
What started as a no became. . . maybe? He knew that was a lot of money. I could use it in so many ways, not the least of which was another controversial decision in my family. I wasn’t getting any younger, and with no serious boyfriend and a strong desire for children, the idea of freezing my eggs had been something I’d considered. My parents, as usual, had freaked out.
Anything out of the ordinary, and the pair of them lost their shit.
“Mom wants to know if you’re coming over Friday night for dinner. Tori will be home.”
“Of course,” I said. My baby sister home from law school was all the reason I needed to head to the homestead for dinner. “I’ll be there.”
“Great, we can talk more then.” With a farewell half wave, my father left. I simply stared at the door he’d gone through wondering what the hell had just happened.
I’d been steamrolled, that’s what happened.
It was a huge decision. Almost as big as changing majors and taking this one. Which meant, there was only one way to go about this.
I took out my phone and texted Natalie.
Drinks tonight?
On a Monday?
Necessary
Say no more. KC’s? 7:00?
Sounds good. See u there.
Thank God for friends and alcohol, that’s all I had to say.
CHAPTER FOUR
lucas
I walked into KC’s Taphouse and made my way to the bar. Monday Night Football was on, so the place was packed. The guy I was looking for was standing next to a pretty bartender doling out Yuenglings.
Sitting on the very end, back to the wall so the entire room was in view, I waited for him to come over. Owen Wilson was four years younger than me, but I remembered him from football.
“Hey, buddy,” he said. “Good to see you.”
I stood and shook the bar owner’s hand. “Same to you. Place is looking good.”
I’d been in one of the two times I had come home since I left, but that was five years ago. KC’s had expanded since then.
“Thanks. And thank you for your service. Ten years is a clip. Really appreciate it.”
“My pleasure,” I said, sitting back down.
“What can I get you?”
“Anything craft on draft. Dealer’s choice.”
Owen poured a beer, two actually, said something to the bartender, and came around to the edge of the bar to drink with me.
“On the house.” He lifted his glass, and I did the same. “Welcome home.”
I clinked his glass. “That welcome is why I asked to talk to you.” Between Owen and his dad, the Wilson family owned half of the buildings in Kitchi Falls. You’d never know it. He was as down-to-earth as they came.
