“Come in! Come in! Have a seat.” Norah waved to one of the chairs in front of her desk. “Would you like coffee or anything?”
Tess’s iffy stomach gave a panicked lurch at the thought. “No, thank you. I’m good.” She’d felt almost human as she’d climbed the steps to Norah’s City Hall office. She wasn’t going to risk changing that.
“How are you feeling?”
Surprise had her dropping the rest of the way into her chair. “Pardon?”
“Oh, Sandy said you’d been sick.”
Right. Of course the family would mention something like that. It was normal—expected, even. She had to get her reactions under control.
“I’m feeling okay, thanks.” Best get this conversation off that track and onto business. “Dad said you’d be the person to start with to figure out the best means of acquiring candidates for the busi
