I stepped back and examined the display. The product truly did look beautiful. It was surreal to see what Eric and I had worked so hard to build in an actual gourmet pet shop. Garrison’s Pet Gourmet—superior food for the four-legged. People came from all over the city to Garrison’s for his legendary treats. That he’d given us a chance—and coveted space—still hadn’t fully set in.
“Can I have some treats for Millie?” Eric asked.
I hid my smile. My brother could barter with the best of them.
Garrison pulled out a tin from under the counter. “I had these ready for my favorite group of dogs.”
“I bet you miss them now that they’re not just around the corner.”
The tragedy of Grey Paws burning reached more than just the immediate circle. There was a hole that could never be filled in the neighborhood now.
“I do,” he said thoughtfully. “I’ve made it over to the new place once, but it’s hard to carve out time with the shop being so busy.”
I nodded. It wasn’t a bad problem to have, particularly in New York City. “We’d better let you get back to it.” I collected the empty boxes to reuse. “Thank you again for giving us some space in your shop.”
He put his hands in the pockets of his apron. “Are you kidding? The dog food is officially my bestseller. It’s a fantastic partnership.” He cocked his head. “Just promise me when you get your own shop you’ll still let me sell your dog food.”
I nearly dropped the boxes. Our own shop? We were so busy with word of mouth orders we hadn’t planned beyond what we were doing now. In so many ways, we were winging it. I could talk to Beau about helping us with business plans, but that seemed invasive to our friendship. She wouldn’t mind. Actually, she’d welcome the conversation, but I . . . I wasn’t ready to shift our relationship into something else. Besides, if she became involved we’d have an entire skyscraper on Fifth Avenue with plans to go global.
“We’re not quite there yet,” I brushed off. “But we’d never forget your kindness.”
“I’ll text you later about how much I need for tomorrow.”
I tried to hide my excitement. It seemed we had a new steady customer. One who needed quantity.
“Thank you for the treats.” Eric high-fived him and clutched the tin to his chest. “Millie’s going to be thrilled,” he said as we walked back to the van.
“We’ll see her this afternoon.”
“Are we opening our own shop? Can I work the register?”
I slid open the van door and tossed the empty boxes inside. “One step at a time. But if we did, you could most definitely work the register.”
“Cool.” He climbed into the passenger seat and kept the tin of treats in his lap. “We never got donuts.”
I snickered at the reminder. “But you know where our next delivery is and what’s beside it.”
He thought for a second before he lit up. “The Donut Hole!”
I cranked up the van and “Me and Bobby McGee” picked up right where we’d left off. I glanced at my brother. What we had, the business we were building, I liked it. We had fun. We were out and about. We met nice people. I wasn’t sure a store was what we needed.
But we’d figure it out.
All that mattered was I had the best business partner in the world.
Chapter Eleven
Lincoln
“Are you humming that Bobby McGee song?”
I glared at Beau over the contract I studied. Of course I hadn’t been humming. I didn’t hum.
“I can’t get that blasted song out of my head either,” she said before I could respond.
Did I actually hum?
“The terms of this offer aren’t aggressive enough.” I set the papers on my desk.
Beau plopped into one of the chairs opposite me. “A two-day close isn’t aggressive enough?”
“I’ve dealt with this man a lot. He likes to feel like he’s the one gaining the most from the transaction.”
“Everyone likes to feel that way.”
I leaned back. Wasn’t that pure truth? But that was the fun of real estate. Figuring out the exact term I was willing to concede but made the other party feel like they had the upper hand.
“I don’t think we should move forward with this.” Beau propped her feet on my desk.
I’d missed her. On opposite shores of the Atlantic Ocean, together we’d built a real estate empire. We bought, sold, and developed both commercial and residential projects. And I’d missed the debates and strategy sessions that had taken our company to the next level. They simply weren’t the same on the phone or video chat.
I hadn’t figured out a way to keep her in the city, something I should probably recruit Teague to help with. But I dreaded when she went back to London. I knew my sister well enough not to say that or she’d be on the first flight out of here.
“What he’s asking isn’t a bad deal.” I glanced behind me at the gray Manhattan skyline. It matched my mood.
“I know.” She sighed. “But I didn’t like what we saw in the tour. There were some cosmetic things that looked all right on the surface, though I’m pretty sure they were just Band-Aids for bigger problems.”
I was impressed she’d noticed. Beau might actually be better at the real estate business than I was, despite that I had six years more experience. She’d made our UK office what it was single-handedly and created a fantastic portfolio of properties not only throughout Europe, but on a global scale.
“There’s room in the price to make repairs and still be profitable.”
She folded her hands on her lap. “I don’t have a good feeling about it.”
I trusted her instincts implicitly. In this instance, they didn’t matter. I was moving forward with this deal.
“It’s an opportunity to expand to a new area.”
“I agree we should explore the area, but this isn’t the property to do it.”
It was the best one I’d found on the market. There wasn’t time to pursue off-market options.
“We need to seize on what’s available,” I said evenly.
“Why are you so attached to this place?”
Leave it to my sister to see through my motives. “I’ve made an empire with my methods.” And because I wanted it now.
She narrowed her gaze. “We’ve made an empire.”
“Yes. We have.” I didn’t want an unnecessary argument with Beau. She was a greater asset to the business than I was. “My point is that this is how I operate.”
“I’ve worked with you almost fifteen years. I know exactly how you operate.”
“Not on an in-person basis.” Why was I engaging in this discussion? Had I not just thought I wanted to avoid an escalation? “Change the offer to include paying all closing costs.”
She dropped her feet to the floor. “Are we trying to give away the farm here?” She shook her head. “No way. That’s a generous offer. More than fair. We’re in the business of making money.”
“We don’t deal in farms.” It was a petty, ridiculous response. One that could further confirm her suspicions that something was off with me.