The Redemption of Rico D'Angelo
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She couldn’t think of a single reason. Except... ‘Don’t you ever stop for fun?’
He didn’t answer that, and she winced at how it must have sounded—like a come-on. Her nostrils flared. No personal questions! No curiosity! Curiosity was only one step away from interest, and she wasn’t interested. In any man. Full stop.
‘Are you busy today?’ The question shot out of him, as if on impulse, and suddenly she could imagine him without a tie. In fact...
She bared her teeth and cut off that line of thought.
‘I know you don’t officially start work until Monday, but I’d like to show you the premises we’ve organised and get your opinion on them.’
A tiny thread of excitement wormed its way through her—the first twinge of professional interest she’d felt since she’d been served with the papers informing her that Grandad’s will was being contested.
‘I’d really like that, Rico.’ It would be better than sitting around here, stewing about the will. ‘But the security company is here for another hour or so. At the moment I don’t feel comfortable letting someone else lock up for me.’
‘Of course not. And what about your car?’
‘The tyres are being replaced, quote, “sometime this morning”.’
‘But you’re free this afternoon?’
‘Free as a bird.’
‘Excellent. I can show you the caf'e then, and maybe you could meet a couple of the trainees.’
Rico had certainly put together an interesting programme. ‘Where should I meet you?’
‘If you come to my office, say one-thirty, we can travel together.’
‘I’ll be there.’
‘And, Neen?’ he said, before she could ring off. ‘How did your dinner go last night? The one you were stressed about?’
Her stomach clenched and roiled, although it touched her that he’d remembered. Last night had been an unmitigated disaster and—
‘Neen?’
She shook herself and did what she could to inject humour into her voice. ‘Given the week I’ve had, it went exactly as expected.’
Utterly, utterly dreadfully.
‘I’m sorry to hear that.’ He was silent for several seconds. ‘Still, the week hasn’t been a complete loss. Don’t forget you did score an interesting job.’
Her lips lifted. ‘There is that,’ she agreed, before they rang off.
An ‘interesting job’, huh?
She sighed and poured herself another cup of tea. Time would tell, and even if it did prove true it didn’t make up for not being able to follow her heart’s desire and open her own caf'e.
You didn’t apply for the job as consolation. You applied to stop yourself from moping and twiddling your fingers.
She pressed her hands together tightly. Hopefully soon enough she could put all her dreams into action. She stared up at the sky. ‘Fingers crossed, Grandad,’ she whispered.
* * *
‘We’ve been given these premises on a two-year lease for practically peanuts,’ Rico said as he unlocked the door to the Battery Point property.
‘How on earth did you manage that here?’ Neen breathed. ‘It’s almost waterfront, and just a couple of streets away from Salamanca Markets.’ She glanced up and down the street. ‘The rents around here are outrageous!’ She knew because she’d checked.
Rico just shrugged.
The man was a miracle worker. ‘You called in a favour, right?’ If he weren’t careful, he’d run out of those.
‘The owner of this property is the manager of a local dairy farm. I’ve promised him a lot of advertising—on the flyers announcing the caf'e’s opening as well as on the menus.’
‘Good PR.’
Rico switched on the lights. ‘That’s what he thought.’
Neen took in the size of the generous front room, with its two lovely bay windows overlooking the street. It was a pity it didn’t have water views, although she supposed if it had he could have kissed his cheap rent goodbye.
‘Obviously I said we’d do whatever maintenance was necessary.’
There was certainly a lot of cleaning up to do.
‘What do you think?’
‘I think we can make this look charming. All it needs is a lick of paint and some elbow grease.’ She stepped back. ‘It looks as if we could seat sixty in here comfortably.’
‘That’s what I was hoping you’d say. Come and check out the kitchen.’
She trailed a hand across the wooden counter and display case that ran the length of the back wall. She could imagine it polished and gleaming, housing a vast array of cakes and slices to tempt and delight. A smile built inside her. That cabinet was perfect. She couldn’t have chosen better for her dream caf'e, and—
She straightened, shook herself and followed Rico through to the kitchen.
It was smaller than she’d hoped. ‘Have you had an occupational health and safety check completed yet?’
‘Not yet, why?’ he barked, spinning around. ‘Do you see any potential problems?’
She pointed. ‘Exposed wiring there, there and there...and that power point looks like a fire hazard.’
He swore.
‘I’m not feeling particularly confident about the safety of that ceiling fan either.’
He glared at the ceiling.
‘Still, the ovens look as if they’ll be okay once they’re cleaned up.’ She opened a cupboard door and grimaced as a cockroach scuttled away. ‘It’s far too dark in here, and that’s going to be a real issue. We’ll need strip lighting all the way along here. We need to see properly. I can’t risk anyone’s safety around hot stoves and sharp knives. I wouldn’t risk fully-trained, experienced staff, let alone novices.’
‘The boys will learn!’
‘Of course they will.’ She wiped a finger along a bench and inspected her finger with a grimace. ‘But they’ll learn much quicker and more safely with proper lighting.’