connections. Not now, she didn’t. They’d helped her before and wanted to again, but this time, it was all her.
The boss. The businesswoman. The decision maker. Too bad she hadn’t realized how hard it was going to be to do it alone.
“Hello,” she said, answering her phone when she noticed it was her half-sister Sophia Harper calling her—the reason she’d moved to Saratoga in the first place.
“Hi, Olivia. How is it going at the store?”
“Crazy. But I expected no less. I’m locked away in the back room working on that new line of inventory I told you about.”
She debated telling Sophia about how the crew had been acting. Well, not the whole crew. Finn didn’t act that way. In addition, she hadn’t missed the glares Finn shot the other crew when they did act immature. In the end, it would sound like she needed help if she told Sophia, so she kept her lips sealed.
“I can’t wait to see the pieces. Why won’t you let me see your drawings?”
“It’s a surprise. Just because I sketch them out and they look nice, doesn’t mean it’s going to come out the way I want it. A few more days and I’ll have several of the pieces completed. Then I’ll show them to you.”
“If that is the best I can get, I suppose it will have to do. Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?”
Olivia wrinkled her nose. She hated living with Sophia right now, even if it was convenient. And temporary, everyone knew that.
Besides, it wasn’t as if she was in anyone’s way. Olivia was staying in a furnished guest suite in the basement, complete with a small gallery kitchen and a spectacular view of the lake. Too bad all the wood of the log cabin wasn’t her style.
“I should be, but I might lose myself in work, too. It’s been known to happen. If I’m not back by the time you’re ready to eat, just start without me.”
“Will do. Olivia, if I haven’t said it before, I’ll say it again. I’m glad you’re here. You and I both know we didn’t have the most normal of upbringings, and it’s nice for me to have some family close by for once in my life.”
“Motherhood making you sentimental?”
“It is. I always wanted kids. You know that. But having Ian and now Addison, well, it’s everything I’d hoped it would be.”
Olivia tried not to be jealous, but she couldn’t help it. Family…she hadn’t had it either, growing up. Neither of them did. And as sad as it was, at least Sophia had more stability than she did, and that wasn’t saying much at all. “I’m happy for you.”
“Are you?”
“Where did that come from? Of course I am.” Olivia was trying to think. What had she done or said to make Sophia think otherwise?
“You’ve been awfully distant lately. I noticed it when you came home to visit at Christmas. Then you left so quickly. Getting your call in January asking my opinion about opening a jewelry store here came out of the blue.”
“Do you think I’m making a mistake?”
“No. I think it’s a wonderful idea. Saratoga is known for its arts, its wealth, and its tourism in upstate New York. There isn’t anything like what you’re doing here, the custom-made pieces and lines you are creating, mixed in with a traditional store. I think it’s going to be a hit.”
“Thanks, Sophia. I needed to hear that. I’m tired of doubting myself, but it’s a hard habit to break.”
“Just remember, Olivia. I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”
“Older sister mode kicking in?”
“Yes. I know there’s more going on. You picked up your life and made too drastic of a change for something to not have triggered it. When you’re ready, you know where to find me.”
There was no use denying what Sophia pieced together. “I appreciate it. You’ll be the first to know when I am.”
“I’ll see you at home tonight.”
Olivia hung up the phone and got back to work. She wasn’t ready to talk about it. Not yet. Maybe never, even though she should. Bottom line was: it was