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Chapter One

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Rose Dean ruffled her eleven-year-old son’s brown hair. Soon to turn twelve, the kid was growing like a weed.

Greg jerked away. “Awww, Mom, cut it out.”

She watched him pad his way to the industrial fridge of the diner she’d inherited in Maple Springs, Michigan. Greg was tall like his father and she hoped the resemblance to her ex-husband remained outward. Refilling her coffee mug with freshly made brew, she said, “I like your hair.”

“It’s longer than yours.” He finger combed his bangs away from steely gray eyes as if erasing her motherly touch.

“That’s true.” Her son had never liked her short hair. But for Rose, it made things easier.

Three weeks ago, a few days before Memorial Day, they’d moved up north away from her steady job as an events manager at a conference center. Away from the steady influence of her parents, into a small town with a small high school that hopefully held smaller chances for trouble.

Rose wanted to be on her own. As much as she loved her parents and was grateful for everything they’d done for her, she didn’t ever want to move back in with them. She wanted her own home. Her own life. Independence.

She could model that independence only so much for her son. Greg needed strong male role models—maybe now more than ever, living away from his grandpa—but Rose wanted a good man. A man of his word. Maybe in this pristine lakeside town there might be a good teacher or coach who Greg could look up to. Staring out the window at some of the flashy cars parked along Main Street, Rose had her doubts, but she still prayed that God would deliver.

She straightened the stack of morning receipts and stuffed them into the bottom drawer of the cash register along with her fears. She needed to trust God on this one. Easier said than done. Coming here, Rose had taken a leap of faith. She believed that the Lord had given her this opportunity, so she needed to believe He’d take care of the rest.

Hearing grumbles, she looked at Chuck and muttered under her breath, “Now what?”

A grumpy cook had come along with her inheritance of Dean’s Hometown Grille from her mother-in-law, Linda Dean. Evidently, the terms of the will had been very specific. Rose did not just inherit the building; Linda had stipulated that Rose run the diner herself until such time Greg could take over. Rose had had no idea the woman intended to leave her anything. Why would she? Linda’s eldest son had abandoned Rose and Greg years before he died.

Chuck cursed and threw the spatula across the stainless-steel grill.

Rose glanced at the few remaining breakfast patrons seated near the sunny window overlooking Main. They didn’t appear to hear anything. Chuck’s colorful language had become more commonplace since Rose took over, and she didn’t like it. Not one bit. Chuck hadn’t liked her directives to rein in his tongue, either. Firing the cranky cook without a replacement wasn’t an option. She couldn’t cook.

Rose sighed. “What happened?”

“Burned my thumb,” the cook growled.

She glanced at Greg. Her son rolled his eyes and drained his glass of milk. Chuck was no role model. He wasn’t the kind of man she wanted Greg around. Rose had recently signed her son up for a summer program during the week. Although this little café was his legacy and more than likely the only reason Rose had inherited it, she couldn’t fill all her son’s summer vacation days with busing tables.

He was too old for day care, and Rose couldn’t make Greg stay indoors upstairs until the restaurant closed at two in the afternoon. Nor did she want her son roaming around Maple Springs on his own. Not yet anyway, not until she knew more about their new hometown. Even tiny resort towns held dangers for unsupervised eleven-year-olds soon to be twelve.

The bell over the front door rang, announcing more customers. This morning had been busy. Since she had taken over the diner, they’d been busy nearly every day. Except for Sunday. Rose had started something new by closing the diner on Sundays. That had earned more complaints from the cook. Linda never closed the diner.

Well, Rose wasn’t Linda. Despite carrying the last name, Rose wasn’t a Dean. She hardly knew the family she’d married into twelve years ago, but then she’d ended up divorced five years later.

A man and woman walked inside and their laughter snagged her attention. The two greeted people they knew. The man was handsome, broad shouldered and tall with disheveled blond hair, but his bright blue eyes captured her interest. They shone like gemstones from all the way across the small dining area.

Those brilliantly colored eyes locked onto hers, and he smiled, showing off near-perfect teeth. It wasn’t a pleasant, hello-how-are-you kind of smile, either. He reacted with a lazy, I-can-show-you-a-good-time smile. This man recognized a lonely woman as if he could see straight through to her heart and the secrets locked there.

Rose ignored the hiccup of her pulse rate and looked away. What a jerk! Making eyes at her while he was with another. She nearly tore her order pad apart flipping over to a clean sheet.

Grabbing a couple menus, Rose approached their table. The woman was equally fine with long, straight blond hair and perfectly manicured nails. Figures.

“Are you the new owner?” The woman looked up and smiled. Her blue eyes were the same brilliant shade as the man’s. Now, what were the chances of that?

Rose smiled. “I am. In fact, this is my second Saturday.”

The woman held out her hand. “My name’s Monica. Welcome.”

“Thank you, Monica. I’m Rose Dean.” She shook the woman’s hand, liking her instantly even though she felt sorry for her bad taste in men. Rose had been there, done that.

Monica dug in her purse. “I’m so sorry for your loss. Everyone loved Linda and she’ll be sorely missed. If I may, here’s my card. Linda never wanted a website, but as a new owner, if you’d like to consider an online presence, let me know.”

“Oh.” Rose took the card and pocketed it. She wasn’t sure she could afford to hire anyone for a website. She hadn’t had a chance to go over the financials with more than a cursory glance. She didn’t know what to look for and that meant hiring an accountant to find out. Another expense she wasn’t yet sure she could afford.

“Nice sales pitch,” the man drawled.

“Just trying to help.” Monica forced another smile. “This is my brother, Cam Zelinsky.”

“Oh.” Maybe he wasn’t quite as despicable as she’d first thought, but Rose knew his type and didn’t take his offered hand. She gave him the menu instead. “Nice to meet you both. Our lunch special is a grilled Reuben with fries, and we serve breakfast till we close at two. Can I get either of you something to drink before ordering?”

Cam narrowed beautiful eyes. “An iced tea, no lemon.”

“Just water for me, with lemon,” Monica said.

Rose nodded. “Be right back.”

While she was filling their drink orders, more people came in. The bell rang again, announcing a few more. Rose checked her watch. Eleven o’clock seemed awfully early for the lunch crowd, but then, this was mid-June. Summer was in full swing and many folks vacationed up north.

Although she’d never lived here before, she knew northern Michigan was a destination for vacationers and summer residents alike. Her ex-husband had once explained that nearly three-quarters of this town’s residents lived here primarily in summer. In winter, Maple Springs rolled up and died.

Rose looked forward to that slowdown. But for now, she loaded her tray with more ice waters and got to work greeting customers and taking orders.

* * *

Cam took another bite of his grilled Reuben. He’d tasted better. He’d made better. Chuck was slipping, but then, without Linda Dean to keep him in line—

“Write so I can read it!”

Cam jerked his head toward the new owner, curious to see how she handled the cook’s rudeness. Rose. What an apt name for a woman with such a fresh face. Her skin flushed pink, looking as soft as a petal from the flower bearing her name.

He cringed. He’d never compared a woman to a flower before.

“I don’t recall seeing her at Linda’s funeral.” Monica watched her, too.

Dean’s Hometown Grille was a small place. It had been closed for only a couple of weeks after Linda’s untimely death. A restaurant couldn’t afford to close their doors for long and hope to survive. Poor Rose. After giving the cook a stern look, she darted from table to table, taking orders, putting them in, picking them up. She looked overwhelmed. A gangly young kid cleared the empty tables and wiped them down.

Cam sipped his iced tea. “I remember two of the Dean boys from high school, but not the oldest. I don’t remember them having a sister.”

Monica shrugged. “Maybe she’s a cousin or something. Word on the street is that Linda’s boys aren’t happy.”

“With what?” Cam asked.

“Her getting this.” His sister made a sweeping gesture.

“The street? Really, Monica?” Cam chuckled.

Maple Springs was far from city life. The only thing remotely urbane was the people that flooded the area for a few months in summer and the winter ski season. And the trendier restaurants that came and went hoping to capture high-end patronage. Maple Springs needed this hole-in-the-wall, fifties-styled diner for the locals. It had been here for as long as Cam could remember.

The clattering sound of a plate hitting the floor followed by language he didn’t often hear in public brought Cam’s head up fast.

“Chuck, that’s enough!” Rose hissed.

The customers fell silent as the cook stripped off his white apron and threw it at Rose. “Fine.”

“Where, where are you going?” Her voice wavered.

“I’ve had enough of you and your scribbles. Get someone else!” With that, the cook stormed out the back with a slam of the screen door.

Rose’s face flamed. She turned to the boy who had hurried to her side ready to do battle and whispered something in his ear. The kid nodded, grabbed a pitcher of water and made the rounds.

Conversation picked up slowly. A table of four that had waited too long for their orders to be taken got up and walked out while Rose cleaned up the shattered plate.

“Ow!” He felt a sharp pinch to his forearm. “What?”

Monica poked him again. “Go help her.”

Cam rose to his feet with a sinking feeling. This was what becoming a better person meant. Helping someone in need. Trouble was that Rose Dean looked like a woman with a deep well of need and Cam was a shallow pan.

Her back was turned while she washed and then dried her hands. She moved to the grill and stared at it, lost.

“Do you have another apron?”

She turned to him, her eyes big and shiny. This close, he could see they were grass green. Her hair was clipped too short for his taste and its drowsy color lay somewhere between blond and brown. “What?”

“An apron? I know how to cook.” He knew what needed done and he had some time to kill. Not much, only a few days before heading for the first of three qualifying bass fishing tournaments.

The bell jingled.

She glanced at the door as more people flooded inside. The lunch crowd rolled in with a vengeance. “Uhh—”

“Hey, kid, apron?” Cam went to the sink and washed his hands.

The boy disappeared in back for a second and returned with a fresh one, but scowled as he handed it over.

“What’s your name?” Cam asked as he pulled the strings around his waist and tied a bow in front.

“My son, Greg.” Rose stared as if either he’d lost his mind or she had. Probably a little of both.

“Those people want to order.” Cam nodded toward the dining area.

Rose scurried off.

Greg stared him down as if weighing in on Cam’s motives.

Truly, he didn’t have any, other than a recent promise he’d made to God. “It’s okay, kid. I’ve done this before. Go help your mom.”

Greg not only looked satisfied with that answer, he smiled and then hurried to bus a table while Rose took another order. Cam spotted Monica sliding a few bills into the pocket of Rose’s ruffled red-checkered apron before waving goodbye as she left.

“Let’s see here.” Cam looked over Rose’s order slips and grimaced. This was going to take a minute to figure out.

euR w/ y’s.

ɹo /ʍ qɔ

Chuck had been right. Her scribbles resembled the periodic table hanging on the wall in his high school science class. Fortunately, he’d muddled through math and science. He’d worked in enough restaurants to figure out scribbled order tickets, too, even though it took time. Time he didn’t have.

He glanced at Rose, remembering the specials she’d told him earlier and the letters finally made sense. A Reuben with fries and a cheeseburger with onion rings. Relief washed through him but it wasn’t sweet.

He had to get back on the bass pro circuit. If he didn’t qualify for next year’s schedule, he’d be a goner. Without fishing, this was the best he could ever do and even that was tough when it came to reading order tickets.

He looked around, found the prep fridge and got to work making that hot grill sizzle.

* * *

It was nearly closing time and Rose made change for their last customer and laughed at something the old guy said. She had a great laugh—deep and rich sounding. Nothing fake or put on.

The front door opened with a jingle. Two men entered and Cam’s stomach turned when he recognized them as Karl and Kory Dean. They raked him over with arrogant smirks reminiscent of high school days. They’d always looked down at him and called him stupid—

“Well, if it isn’t Cam Zelinsky. Aren’t you supposed to be fishing somewhere?” Kory didn’t bother hiding a sneer.

Cam’s professional fishing career was no secret, especially in Maple Springs. He’d been a guest on local outdoors shows and a few articles had been written about him in the local paper. It had been a few years since he’d won big, but no matter how well he’d done, there were always guys like the Deans who thought he was a waste of skin, wasting time chasing fish.

Wiping his hands on the front of his apron, Cam came out from behind the service counter. “Just taking a break.”

“You work here?” Karl’s eyebrows rose.

“Filling in.” He wasn’t about to let on that Chuck had defected. That guy might cool down and come back.

“Hmm.” Karl looked around, as if he couldn’t care less what Cam did. “Is Rose here?”

Cam scanned the diner. Rose walked the customer she’d made change for to the door and then flipped the Open sign over to show Closed. Hadn’t these guys ever met her before? She was family, wasn’t she? “She’s right there.”

Kory sized her up, looking satisfied. “Rose Dean?”

Rose turned and smiled. “Yes?”

“I’m Kory and this is Karl. We’re Linda’s sons.”

Rose hesitated before finally reaching out her hand to each of them. “Hello.”

Kory turned to him. “Will you excuse us?”

Cam glanced at Rose. If she wanted him to stay, he would. In fact he hoped she did. He didn’t trust these guys, especially after what Monica had said about their not being happy with Rose inheriting the Grille.

“Cam, could you see if Greg needs help?” Obviously, Rose didn’t want him sticking around. To the Dean boys, she asked, “Can I get either of you a cup of coffee? If you’d like a meal, the grill is still hot.”

“No, nothing for us. We won’t be long.” Karl followed Rose to a table in front and sat down.

Cam waited a moment longer, but Rose didn’t glance his way. He entered the kitchen filled with the rattling sounds of Greg loading up the industrial dishwasher.

“Can I help?”

“Yeah.” Greg grinned and then nodded toward the diner. “Who are those guys?”

“Linda Dean’s sons Kory and Karl.”

The kid’s eyes grew round as a pair of bobbers. “Really? They’re my uncles.” He ran for the doorway and peeked out. “What do they want?”

“To talk to your mom. Haven’t you met them before?”

Greg shook his head, but continued to stare into the diner. “Nope. Never.”

Cam frowned. Evidently, Rose had married the oldest, Kurt Dean. Hadn’t she been welcomed into the Dean family? If that were true, then why had Linda left her the diner? Karl and Kory obviously didn’t know her. Rose must not have attended Linda’s funeral and clearly, Karl and Kory hadn’t been to Rose and Kurt’s wedding.

He glanced at Greg watching the Deans with wistful eyes, and his gut twisted. He knew that wish-filled feeling running through the kid. Wishing for things that couldn’t be or hadn’t been.

Cam wished he read more easily. He wished he hadn’t been disqualified at last year’s fishing tournament. He wished he hadn’t lost every last one of his sponsors because of it. He wished he could turn back the clock and do things differently. He had only today and all his tomorrows to make things right.

* * *

“Greg, honey, can you come out here?” Rose called to her son, hating the way her voice cracked.

“No need, Rose. We don’t need to meet your boy.” Karl got up from the table.

Rose stood, meeting Karl’s gaze directly even though her knees might give out at any moment. “He’s Kurt’s boy, too, and that makes him your nephew. My hope is to pass this diner on to him. It’s what Linda intended.”

The two brothers shared a look, then Kory spread his hands wide. “We’re just trying to help you out.”

She didn’t buy it. Not for a second. “Then why are you trying to take the diner away me?”

“We’re willing to pay—”

Greg came out from the kitchen and stood next to her. “Yeah?”

“Greg, these are your uncles. Kory and Karl Dean.” Rose stood straighter when her son reached out for a handshake like the properly raised young man he was. She wanted them to see Greg’s face. He looked so much like Kurt, their brother. Karl and Kory were taking from blood, threatening their own family.

“Hello.”

“Greg.” Karl briefly shook hands, followed by Kory. Neither man met her son’s eyes. “Rose, you’ve got a week to decide.”

Shame on them! She stood ramrod straight until they unlocked the front door and walked out of the diner. Then she crumpled into a chair.

“Mom! You okay?”

“Yes.” She sounded weary, even to her own ears.

Cam came out from the kitchen, looking concerned. “Greg, will you do me a favor and grab three beef patties from the fridge and throw them on the grill?”

Greg didn’t move.

Rose hated to see the worried look on her son’s face and smiled. “Go ahead, honey. We might as well have lunch before meeting Grandma and Grandpa.”

Cam locked the front door and returned. “What was that all about?”

Rose needed to unload before she saw her parents and fell apart. They had texted her before the Deans came in that they were getting settled into a hotel room in the larger town across the bay. She didn’t want to add to their worries about her. Looking up at Cam, she didn’t have time to be choosy. If she didn’t air this one out, she’d cry.

Rose hated to cry, so she gave way to anger. “They are threatening to contest Linda’s will if I don’t agree to a buyout of the diner.”

Cam whistled.

“Yeah. And I have a week to decide.” Rose threw her head back and stared at the ceiling, willing those unshed tears to stay put.

“Mom?” Greg sounded scared.

“It’s okay, honey. Just some business with the diner. Help Cam make lunch, okay?”

“I’m not a baby. You can tell me.”

Rose sighed. “Greg—”

Cam turned to her son. “Got those patties on the grill?”

“Yup.” Greg crossed his arms, refusing to move.

Cam placed a hand on Greg’s shoulder. “Let’s get the rest of the stuff we need and then we can talk while we eat.”

Greg looked ready to argue but glanced at her for direction.

“Go ahead with Cam. I’ll get us each a pop and we can sit at the counter.” Rose dragged herself out of the chair and headed for the soft-drink dispenser. She grabbed three plastic tumblers stacked on the shelf below and filled them halfway with ice followed by cola for her and root beer for her son. She didn’t know what Cam liked. “What kind of pop do you want?”

He shrugged as he flipped each burger. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Are you going to tell me, Mom?”

Rose looked at Cam. He didn’t look back and concentrated on placing a slice of cheddar on each burger. She faced her son. “Your uncles want to buy the diner.”

“But we just got it.” Greg’s voice rose.

“I know.”

“Will we move back home?”

She watched Cam construct each cheeseburger on the plates. He was clearly staying out of the conversation. As he should, but then Rose realized she’d raised her son’s hopes by keeping quiet on the Dean boys’ threat. “I don’t want to sell, Greg. I’d like to have something that’s ours. Yours and mine. Something you can take over after college.”

Greg mulled what she’d said. “What if I don’t want it?”

Rose chose her words carefully. “We can cross that bridge when we get there. For now, I like being my own boss. Here, I have more time with you.”

Greg shifted. “Awww, Mom...”

“It’s time we make our own home.” Furious for having to talk her son into this all over again, Rose quickly changed the subject. “Greg, will you grab the bag of chips in back? Cam’s got our burgers done.”

“K.”

When Greg walked away, Cam looked her in the eyes. “This diner might be worth more than you think. Maybe you should talk to Linda’s attorney, get his thoughts about today’s events. He’s right here in Maple Springs.”

“I can’t afford an attorney,” she hissed.

“You might not have a choice.”

Rose hated that he was probably right.

Greg tossed the bag of chips on the counter and sat on one of the stools and spun around a couple of times.

“Three cheeseburgers.” Cam set down three plates.

Rose wasn’t in the mood to eat, but took a bite anyway. The burgers were sloppy, stacked with lettuce and tomato and pickles. Perfect.

“Aren’t we going to pray?” Greg challenged her. He did that a lot lately.

She nodded, her mouth full.

Cam cleared his throat. “I’ll pray.”

Her gaze flew to Cam, but he’d already bowed his head. She did the same while he recited a formal-sounding prayer.

“Bless us, oh Lord, and these Thy gifts...”

Her mind wandered. She didn’t want to sell. The deed hadn’t even transferred to her yet, so how could she sell?

“Which we are about to receive, from Thy bounty...”

But then, what if Karl and Kory contested the will and she lost? She’d have nothing. No legacy for Greg. Nothing.

“Through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.”

She felt a warm, large hand cover hers. Startled, her eyes flew open and locked with Cam’s. He looked kind and genuine.

His hand remained on hers. “How’d you find out that you’d inherited the diner?”

Rose slid her hand back and tried to think. She’d met this man only a few hours ago. Even though he’d helped her when things had gone from bad to worse, she shouldn’t trust him. Still, it’d be nice to unload on someone other than her parents. They worried about her enough as it was. “Um, I received a letter enclosed in a packet that I had to sign for. Would you like to read it?”

“Uh...sure.”

Rose popped off the stool and darted upstairs, returning in moments with a fat folder. Rifling through the financials that had been sent, as well, Rose pulled out the letter and handed it to Cam.

His gazed raked over the document as he chewed, then he waved it away. “Why don’t you read it?”

Rose glanced at Greg. Her son nodded in agreement as he took the last bite of his cheeseburger. She slid her plate toward him. “You can have mine.”

Greg reached for her sandwich with only two bites taken. “Mmm, yeah.”

Rose made the mistake of looking back at Cam. Gazing into those brilliant blue eyes full of concern brought a hitch in her breathing. Now was not the time to fall apart. Taking a deep breath, Rose rallied her strength and read.

“‘I am hereby writing to inform you that the inheritance process has been successfully completed and the will of Linda M. Dean has been put into action. According to said will, Rose Dean will immediately inherit the business titled Dean’s Hometown Grille and the commercial building therein at the bequest left by Linda M. Dean to you.’”

Rose lowered the letter. “Then there’s the stuff about transference of property and Linda’s wish for Greg to eventually take over. Financials were also included in the package.”

“Sounds legit,” Cam finally said.

“Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know.” Cam gestured to the packet. “So all that came with the letter?”

Rose nodded and pushed the folder toward Cam. “Three years’ worth of business tax returns.”

“Have you looked at them?”

Rose shook her head. She’d never been good with that sort of thing. She couldn’t even figure out her own tax returns let alone a business like this one. “I don’t know what to look for.”

Cam pushed his plate out of the way. “Greg, would you mind taking the dishes to the kitchen? I’d like to talk to your mom a minute.”

Greg looked at her.

Rose nodded. “I got these. Why don’t you go upstairs and clean up.”

Greg slid off the stool, but he gathered up the empty plates anyway. “Thanks, Cam. The burgers were really good.”

“You’re welcome.” After her boy entered the kitchen, he added, “You’ve done a good job. He’s a good kid.”

“Thanks. My parents helped, especially my dad.” She searched Cam’s face. “What am I going to do?”

“To my knowledge, the Deans live downstate and have never been involved in the diner. My guess is that they think you’re sitting on a gold mine. You need to find out if that’s true in those financials.”

“I can’t afford an accountant and even if I could, would he have the answer in a week?”

“I can take a look.”

Rose stared at him. “You know what to look for?”

Cam nodded. “I know how to find a business’s cash flow. I’ve kept track of my own and double-checked my business manager’s figures.”

Cam had a business manager? Rose wrestled with that bit of information. What exactly did this man do for a living?

“Rose, you can trust me.”

He’d misunderstood her silence. But trust wasn’t something she should hand over along with her financials. Drumming her fingertips on the laminate countertop, Rose had an idea. Hopefully a good one. “Okay. You can look them over on one condition.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What’s that?”

“You have to teach me how to figure them out, too.”

Cam smiled, broad and sure. “Done. We can get started right now if you’d like.”

Rose stood and gathered up her packet of information. “I can’t. My parents are up for the weekend.”

“How about Monday? After we close the diner.” Cam stood, too. “I’ve worked in restaurants on and off since I was a kid. I can fill in for a few days.”

Rose ignored the flutter of nerves hearing them described as we but she didn’t have many options. She didn’t have much time, either. Squaring her shoulders, she agreed. “Monday, after we close.”

Her future and Greg’s legacy depended on this. Rose needed all the facts before seeking out Linda’s attorney. Time wasn’t on her side and Cam might be her only hope. He was also an attractive man. One she knew little about. If this was some sort of game for him, a way to come on to her, he could prove to be her biggest fear.