The rain drummed against the medical building's awning as Rory tucked the ultrasound printout into her purse. Water poured off the edge in sheets, turning the parking lot into a maze of expanding puddles.
"Not exactly ideal weather for checking out bakery spaces," she sighed, watching the downpour.
Jim stood beside her, scrolling through his phone with a frown. "Perfect timing," he muttered, turning the screen toward her. "My caretaker says a tree crashed through the living room of my Costa Rica place during typhoon season. As an added bonus, a family of raccoons has claimed squatter's rights on the patio."
"You still have that beach house?" Rory asked, surprised. "I thought you sold it after..."
"After Catalina went full Fatal Attraction?" Jim pocketed his phone. "No. Haven't been ba
