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I watch her move around the kitchen for a moment before I look back at the space where she wants the baby setup to go.
“I’ve got to pop out. Be back later.”
“Okay.” Her smile widens as she gives me a little wave, and I turn and walk out before I get too lost in it, another new project already on my mind.
I step out onto Main Street and pause. Besides the clothes, the baby book, and a small bassinet I noticed in her apartment, I haven’t seen much other baby stuff around. I look up and down the street, not seeing a kids’ store, apart from the toy store, and I know they won’t have what she needs.
Fuck. I don’t even know exactly what she needs. I spot Sawyer’s law office across the street and stride over.
He has kids. He should know.
As I push through his doors, I’m greeted by silence.
“Hello?” My rough voice echoes before Sawyer pops out of his office down the hall.
“Hey, Griff, where’d the pretty blue apron go?” Sawyer grins at me like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Meanwhile, I’m coiled tight, wanting to get everything perfect for Savannah before the baby comes.
“I need some help.” Ignoring his quip, I’ll get payback for that.
“I’m great, thanks for asking.” I look at him, deadpan, and he only grins wider.
“Jeez, do you ever smile? I thought for sure after your customer service in the bakery today, you would be more attuned to smiling. Looks like Savannah did a roaring trade.”
I nod. “She did. Sold out.”
“So, what do you need? Planning permits for Tanner? Building contracts for Sutton?”
“I want to get some things for Savannah,” I tell him, and he looks at me, confused.
“Things? Like what things?”
“Baby things.” His eyebrows rise, surprise written all over his face.
“Baby things? You know you’re in a law office, right?” His brow crumples, and I scrub my face.
“Well, you have kids, don’t you?”
“Yes, Griffin. I do. Kids. Not babies. Not yet anyway.”
“But you should know what they need, right?”
“I have no clue. I’m still trying to figure out how to make the perfect monster spray for Noah. Apparently, there’s a science to the glitter to water ratio that I can’t get right.”
I look at him like he’s crazy because I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“Where do I go for baby stuff around here?” I sigh, frustrated.
“Probably Williamstown is the closest. Does she have babysitting set up? She’ll need a hand with either the baby or the bakery, if not both. Especially after the line of people I saw down the street today. She won't have a moment to feed the baby, let alone change diapers or rock it to sleep.”
“Yeah, she’s got a local woman helping her out. Seems pretty good. They were both run off their feet today.”
“Well, good that she has someone helping. Hey, didn’t you say you were doing a new build in Colorado?”
I frown before I understand his meaning. “Mother Maven.” I grumble my new client's name and start to walk out, my mission now sorted.
“Yeah, you’re welcome!” Sawyer hollers as I leave, my cell already in my hand, dialing my new client. Sandra Suiter, otherwise known as Mother Maven. The go-to woman in the baby and infant industry around the country. A CEO who owns over one hundred stores. How did I not think of her?
“Griffin. How are you?”
