Their discussion, held at the same counter where they’d shared sweets and drinks yesterday, didn’t take long. The pay was more than sufficient to cover her expenses, since she’d have no housing or utility bills, and the hours were reasonable. In fact, with evenings free, she could wait tables at night to earn a few extra bucks.

And every dime she saved would go into her Tasha fund, in case Jack didn’t come through with the loan. She couldn’t put aside enough in thirty days to keep her friend from losing the current opportunity, but it would help when the next one came along.

Beth extended her hand as they wrapped up their discussion. “Welcome aboard. I have to admit, I was beginning to think a part-time employee wasn’t in the cards. It’s almost like a miracle.”

“It kind of feels like that to me too.” Christi squeezed her fingers. “I’ll be here bright and early Tuesday morning to fill out all the paperwork and begin learning the ropes—unless you want me to come in Monday for a training session while you’re closed.”

“No, Tuesday will be perfect. My knee surgery isn’t until a week from Monday, so we’ll have five days to work out any kinks.” Beth stood and smoothed a hand down her pristine black slacks, giving Christi’s worn jeans, faded T-shirt, and scuffed sneakers a discreet scan. “If you’d, uh, like an advance on salary, that’s no problem. There’s a wonderful resale boutique in Coos Bay with vintage and designer clothing. The prices are incredible.”

No surprise the woman was concerned about her attire—the same outfit she’d worn yesterday. She’d dressed for comfort rather than style on this trip, and her ensemble did not fit the ambiance of this upscale shop.

“Thank you for the offer. I can manage until my first paycheck—but I’d love the name of that shop.” Not that she’d frequent it much in the future, but a few versatile pieces could come in handy while she waited for Tasha to pack up her apartment and send the contents north. There weren’t many items left after her wardrobe purge over the past twenty-four months, but the few designer pieces she hadn’t sold via luxury clothing resale sites should be sufficient.

“If you change your mind, let me know.” Beth jotted on the back of one of the business cards and handed it over. “Here’s the name of the shop, plus my home address and cell number. Don’t hesitate to call anytime.”

“Thank you.” Christi tucked it in her purse as a customer entered. “I’ll see you Tuesday.”

“Enjoy the weekend in the meantime.”

As Beth greeted the new arrival, Christi stepped out into the sunshine. Amazing how light could transform places—and perspectives.

She drew in a lungful of the tangy salt air.