It still made me wince to think about Simon. My words had been harsh. Too harsh. “Yeah. He’s the accountant who’s been helping sort through all this mess.”

“Right. I remember you telling me that. Why are you scared about selling? If somebody buys the inn, they’ll still need someone to throw the parties.”

I shrugged. “Maybe. But what if someone buys it so they can bulldoze it and build a row of condominiums? Or a mini mall?”

“Do they even build mini malls anymore?”

I grumbled something unintelligible.

“Lane. Tell me what’s going on. You’re sad about something bigger than the inn.”

Sad wasn’t the right word. More like disappointed in myself. “I am not.”

“Mm-hmm. Sure, you aren’t.”

I wasn’t talking to her about Simon stuff, so I relied on my feelings regarding the inn. She had to buy that. It’s not like my feelings weren’t real. “I just feel derailed, you know? You know how strongly I felt about coming here. I felt pulled here, like I was supposed to be at Winding Way. For what? For this? For them to sell it out from under me three months after I start?”

“You helped Ida find an accountant who sorted out her problems for free, didn’t you? Maybe you were here for that purpose. And you’ve made some nice friends and spent some quality time with your grandmother. I don’t see the problem.”

“I’ll have a problem if I lose my job.”

“Is that really all this is about?”

“It feels like giving up. That’s hard.”

She picked up her fork and took a bite of lasagna. “Is that really all this is about?” She repeated her question.

I huffed out a breath. “Of course it is.”

She pointed her fork at me. “I don’t believe you. Did something happen with Simon?”

My eyes flew to hers. Curse the woman for knowing me so well. “What? No.”

She grunted. “You sure?”

“Fine. I said something that was really mean. But I didn’t mean it. I think he probably knows I was emotional and upset about the inn, but I’m still going to apologize. The next time I see him.”

“I see. I guess that explains all the Kit Kats.”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“You know he came by here the other day?”

I froze. “What? Who did?”

“Simon. I met him. Both brothers came by on the same day, actually. Isn’t that funny? They weren’t together. Jamie came first, on Wednesday morning. You’d just left for work.”

“That was the morning he left for California.”

“Later that afternoon, Simon came by. I told him you were working late, but we had a nice little visit anyway.”