I can’t ask and not betray the trust I want Sabrina to have in me.
“They got married when she got pregnant,” Mimi says. “Harry thought it was important to do right by his best friend’s little sister.”
I stare at Mimi.
Zen’s staring at me. I can feel it.
But I will not ask what I still want to ask.
Was Harry really the father of Elsie’s baby?
“He broke my heart, but for the very best reason,” Mimi says.
And then she goes back to her breakfast like she didn’t just say I forgive him for dumping me to marry a woman who was pregnant with another man’s baby.
“How did I end up buying a café to get revenge on the grandson of the man who broke your heart in college?” I ask Mimi.
The man that Sabrina says isn’t her real grandfather.
The man that Sabrina also says is the gold standard against whom she judges all other men.
Mimi laughs. “The world works in mysterious ways. Now eat. I have a date with Harry in an hour, and I’m not sitting here with you while you don’t eat your breakfast when I could be doing my hair and makeup instead.”
I dive into my breakfast.
It’s good to eat. Definitely worked up an appetite last night.
“I mean it,” I tell Mimi. “If you want to run a café in the mountains, it’s yours. Five years or five minutes. I don’t care. Spend some time living a dream.”
“Greyson, that is a ridiculous way to spend your money.”
Zen snorts in utter amusement. “Take the café, Mimi. By my calculations, he could buy and ruin a café every month and still reach billionaire status in another seven years.”
“Do you want to keep working as my personal assistant or not?” I interrupt.
They grin and don’t answer me.
Directly, anyway.
“When you told me we were coming to Colorado so you could get vengeance against a random dude who owned a café, I had no idea I’d like it as much as I do. Maybe I don’t want to be your assistant anymore. Maybe I want to stay and work for Mimi at her café and hang out with her and her boyfriend instead of you.”
“Oh, honey, Harry is not my boyfriend,” Mimi says. “And I do not need a café.”
Zen rolls their eyes. “You’re in your nineties, Mimi. You don’t have time to waste debating if you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend or live out some old dreams. Forgive, forget, pick back up where you left off, save Uncle Grey from his horrible plans of thinking he can actually be Super Vengeance Man, and grab life by whatever balls it has left for you.”
“That’s…more like the romantic you I expect,” I tell them.
“I aim to be very direct and tolerate zero bullshit from the people in my life.”
Mimi’s eyes are twinkling.
They’re actually twinkling. “So you think I should take this café?”
“Please, Mimi. Save me from my horrible boss and give me a new direction in my life.”
She laughs. “I’ll think about it. In the meantime, Greyson, please go run my café for me today. And give Harry’s granddaughter a raise. She works hard. She’s earned it.”
She does work hard.
She’s the reason the café runs as smoothly as it does.
And she’s right.
It won’t hurt Chandler at all for me to destroy it.
Super Vengeance Man was a bad idea.
But coming here wasn’t.
Coming here showed me what I actually want. What I need for closure from all of the people who’ve stabbed me in the back. And how I want to spend the rest of my life.
“Can you run the café today?” I ask Zen.
They blink at me.
Blink again, then look at their phone. Their eyebrows shoot up.
And then they grin at me. “About time, Uncle Grey, but give a person some warning when you know the manager’s going to be out for the day since she didn’t sleep at all last night.”
Now I am definitely going ruddy in the cheeks. “I want the café back when you’re done with it,” I tell Mimi.
“For your kombrewchery?” she asks.
I shake my head. “For something better. Excuse me. I have some research I need to do.” I kiss them both on the tops of their heads, and then I take off.
I do.
I know exactly what I need to do.
And it’s perfect and just and right.
Finally.
33
Sabrina
Wearing a flashing neon sign that says I had sex with Grey last night would probably have been less inconspicuous than fielding the number of knowing looks I get when I stumble into Bean & Nugget four hours late for my shift.