Chapter 17
Chase glanced over her list of candidates for director of operations of Huntington House one more time, distracted by thoughts of Rome and steamy showers. “Daddy, I just don’t think there’s a good fit here.”
On a pad next to the computer, she marked off a few more boxes. Wifi was in; the rest of the chrome faucets had been installed. Check and check. She chewed on her bottom lip. Right now instead of wifi, Nonna would be confirming a period piece for authenticity, and instead of installing monochromatic tile mosaics, she’d be hanging oil paintings of ancestors from over a hundred years ago.
Her father laughed, and she glanced back to the computer screen. “What’s so funny?”
“Some of those candidates are more qualified than you, Coconut, yet you’re working this job so you can
