minutes. Do you want Cody to come and take a look?” Cody was their lovable but very annoying brother. He managed the family ranch and tried to manage them. He’d also done most of the remodeling on his parents’ home. She took one last look around the top floor before moving downstairs. It was time to pull her business brain out of hiding. “I don’t know if Cody’s the right person. I need someone who knows if this place is going to fall down around my ears. Sam might know someone who could help.” Sam Delaney, Nicky’s husband and chief executive of their family’s construction company, knew everyone there was to know in the building world. With projects from Great Falls to Denver, Scotson Construction was one of the most successful companies in Montana. Nicky pulled her cell phone from her hip pocket. “I’ll give him a call now.” She walked toward the back of the building, smiling as she talked quietly into the phone. Emily kept exploring. Most of the fire damage seemed to be focused on the right hand side of the building. The floorboards were so black and crispy that she didn’t want to step anywhere near them. The fire had burned through the wall linings, leaving a thick layer of soot smeared across most of the pressed tin ceiling. The creative, stubborn side of her thought that a scrubbing brush and a dumpster would get rid of most of the mess. Her practical side decided that nothing short of a total remodel would solve this building’s problems. Either way, she’d need plenty of money and a lot of time if the old library was going to become a boutique. And time and money were the two things she was short of. Nicky’s feet echoed in the quiet building. “Sam’s making a few phone calls. Why don’t we go to the café? We can have something to drink while we look over the sale and purchase agreement.” “Why doesn’t it surprise me that you’ve got all of the paperwork with you?” “I can’t help myself.” Nicky grinned. “That’s why you love me so much.” Emily buttoned her coat. “It’s just as well one of us knows what they’re doing. I don’t know if I can afford it and I’m already thinking about moving in.” “You know more than you think you do. You’ve grown your on-line store from nothing into something special and now you’re ready for the next step. Trust yourself and it will work out fine.” “I don’t know if you’re trying to scare me or make me feel better. Let’s go and order coffee before you tell me how much ‘something special’s’ going to cost.” “Did I mention that you’re also wise?” “Now I’m really worried. You’d better make that a double shot of caffeine in case I pass out in shock.”
Alex picked up the newspaper from the table beside him and opened it to the sports section. He figured he might as well do something useful while Gracie used the bathroom. She’d already been twice since they’d arrived at the Café. Telling him that it was perfectly normal for a pregnant woman to pee twice in thirty minutes hadn’t helped. And every time she rubbed the side of her stomach he was worried the baby might decide to make an early appearance. He’d never had much to do with pregnant women. Especially five-foot-one pregnant women who were all baby and not a lot more. He looked up when he saw a flash of pink polka-dots out of the corner of his eye. Gracie glanced at the paper as she sat down. “Godzilla’s done it again?” He looked at the picture of the animal that had thrown him. Fifteen hundred pounds of proud Montana bull stared right on back. He hadn’t had much time to get an up close and personal look in Godzilla’s eyes the night he’d been thrown. And if Doc Johnson got his way, he wouldn’t get another chance in a hurry. “He threw Danni Marchello in three seconds flat.” Gracie picked up her spoon and dipped it into the frothy star on the top of her hot chocolate. “Was he