George had picked up coffee for them on what would be his last morning in town, but she could see imaginary Molly glaring at her in the recesses of her mind. The beverage was, quite simply, contraband. She and George walked up Main Street en route to the library for Jordan to show him the business plan she’d been working on. George had some connections in the venture capital world, and though she had a decent nest egg, it wouldn’t be enough to get the production company up and running without outside financial assistance. They’d worked on films together before and had such a harmonious creative energy that she was thrilled he’d agreed to come on board. “So how’s the inn working out for you?” He lit up at the question. “Oh, it’s adorable. Maureen, the innkeeper, will be hosting a tea later. I plan to hit it up before I head back to the city. I don’t know if you heard me, so I’ll say it again. An actual tea . And I’m invited.” George looked so incredibly excited that Jordan had to laugh.
