“No, I guess not.” I shrugged.
It wasn’t supposed to be this easy. I didn’t even have to work for it. Yes, I had to endure Emmett and play pretend with him but let’s be real, it wasn’t that difficult.
And now I had the loan, so I could buy the restaurant as soon as Keiko returned from her most recent trip to Vancouver.
Harold wove his fingers together and looked uncomfortable while Emmett stood up.
“We’ll get out of your hair. Thanks, Harold.” Emmett reached for my hand. “Come on, darling.”
I stared at where our hands were joined as I let him lead me out of the bank, but just before the doors, someone called his name.
“Emmett,” a woman about his mom’s age said, walking up to us. “Do you have a moment to sign the Backpack Buddies paperwork?”
“Sure.” He turned to me. “I’ll just be a s
