down. The slimy bastard who came and made the offer had the nerve to threaten me by saying if we didn't take this deal, Noble Naturals wouldn't be around to see another year of success. I told him we've been around for nearly forty years, we ain't going nowhere."
Isaac punctuated the last word by pounding his fist on the dinner table, causing the entire thing to shake.
Isaiah nodded his head, feeling fueled by his father's anger. "Then let's let this documentary be a start, show the world how you started with nothing but a few pots and pans and some of your mother's ideas in her basement, and now you're at the top of your game. This film will be a huge fu–" He stopped when he caught his mother's censuring glare. " For get you to Chic and Sleek. We're not afraid of them. They're a one trick pony, but we've got so much more up our sleeves."
"And what is that 'more'?" Isaac asked.
"I'm still figuring it out," Isaiah admitted. "But we're not backing down from Chic and Sleek or any other company for that matter."
"Damn right," Isaac said, pounding the table again. "All right, son. Let's do this documentary."
Chapter 10
T essa was sitting in the office at the bakery, jotting down some new dessert ideas when the phone rang.
"Everetts," she said, once she picked up the phone.
"I was hoping you'd answer."
"Isaiah!" she chimed. Clearing her throat, and tamping down her excitement at hearing his voice, she asked, "How are you?"
"I'm great," he answered. "How are you? I hope you're not too upset with me for not calling sooner."
"I thought I may have run you off with that kiss," she teased, leaning back in her chair.
His chuckle warmed her, even over the phone. "Not a chance, you're not getting rid of me that easily. I had dinner with my parents and we discussed the documentary idea."
"How'd that go?" she asked.
"They're on board," he said. His zealousness was palpable. "I wanted to call you right away and tell you, and that's when I realized–"
"You never got my number."
"A regrettable oversight on my part," he said.
"Write this down," Tessa said, and then gave Isaiah her phone number. "Now you can reach me any time."
"You may regret that at two in the morning when I can't sleep, because I'm working on something and it's not right."
"I've had my fair share of sleepless nights over creative troubles, so I understand. But yeah, you still may get cussed out."
"Oh!" Isaiah laughed. "I see you're already reneging on your 'call me anytime' offer. Don't worry gorgeous, I won't interrupt your beauty rest."
"That's much appreciated, thank you."
"Hey," he said. "Do you like jazz?"
"Who doesn't?"
"I've got tickets and backstage passes to Laurel Hunter's show in Reno this weekend."
Tessa sat up in her chair. "Laurel Hunter? Are you for real?"
"Yeah, I worked on her last album with her and when I told her I was coming home for a while, she hooked me up with some tickets to the jazz festival she's performing at. I originally planned on giving them away, but if you're interested–"
"Yes!" she said quickly, cutting him off. "I'd love to go. I love her music. And her husband's books too."
"I'm sure Rowan will be there as well, he doesn't let that woman out of his sight."
Tessa had seen Rowan and Laurel on the cover of the tabloid newspapers and entertainment magazines at the stores and the two always look incredibly in love. What it must feel like to have a man look at a woman the way Rowan looked at Laurel, she thought to herself.
"So I'll pick you up around seven to drive over to Reno, is that good for you?" Reno was about half an hour's drive from Sweet Rapids.
"That sounds good."
"All right, I'll see you Saturday evening."
"See you, Saturday."
As she placed the phone back on the receiver, she couldn't hide the huge grin on her face as she tried to get back to work.
"Am I to assume a certain Noble man is responsible for putting that smile on my daughter's face?"
Tessa's head shot up to meet her mother's
Isaac punctuated the last word by pounding his fist on the dinner table, causing the entire thing to shake.
Isaiah nodded his head, feeling fueled by his father's anger. "Then let's let this documentary be a start, show the world how you started with nothing but a few pots and pans and some of your mother's ideas in her basement, and now you're at the top of your game. This film will be a huge fu–" He stopped when he caught his mother's censuring glare. " For get you to Chic and Sleek. We're not afraid of them. They're a one trick pony, but we've got so much more up our sleeves."
"And what is that 'more'?" Isaac asked.
"I'm still figuring it out," Isaiah admitted. "But we're not backing down from Chic and Sleek or any other company for that matter."
"Damn right," Isaac said, pounding the table again. "All right, son. Let's do this documentary."
Chapter 10
T essa was sitting in the office at the bakery, jotting down some new dessert ideas when the phone rang.
"Everetts," she said, once she picked up the phone.
"I was hoping you'd answer."
"Isaiah!" she chimed. Clearing her throat, and tamping down her excitement at hearing his voice, she asked, "How are you?"
"I'm great," he answered. "How are you? I hope you're not too upset with me for not calling sooner."
"I thought I may have run you off with that kiss," she teased, leaning back in her chair.
His chuckle warmed her, even over the phone. "Not a chance, you're not getting rid of me that easily. I had dinner with my parents and we discussed the documentary idea."
"How'd that go?" she asked.
"They're on board," he said. His zealousness was palpable. "I wanted to call you right away and tell you, and that's when I realized–"
"You never got my number."
"A regrettable oversight on my part," he said.
"Write this down," Tessa said, and then gave Isaiah her phone number. "Now you can reach me any time."
"You may regret that at two in the morning when I can't sleep, because I'm working on something and it's not right."
"I've had my fair share of sleepless nights over creative troubles, so I understand. But yeah, you still may get cussed out."
"Oh!" Isaiah laughed. "I see you're already reneging on your 'call me anytime' offer. Don't worry gorgeous, I won't interrupt your beauty rest."
"That's much appreciated, thank you."
"Hey," he said. "Do you like jazz?"
"Who doesn't?"
"I've got tickets and backstage passes to Laurel Hunter's show in Reno this weekend."
Tessa sat up in her chair. "Laurel Hunter? Are you for real?"
"Yeah, I worked on her last album with her and when I told her I was coming home for a while, she hooked me up with some tickets to the jazz festival she's performing at. I originally planned on giving them away, but if you're interested–"
"Yes!" she said quickly, cutting him off. "I'd love to go. I love her music. And her husband's books too."
"I'm sure Rowan will be there as well, he doesn't let that woman out of his sight."
Tessa had seen Rowan and Laurel on the cover of the tabloid newspapers and entertainment magazines at the stores and the two always look incredibly in love. What it must feel like to have a man look at a woman the way Rowan looked at Laurel, she thought to herself.
"So I'll pick you up around seven to drive over to Reno, is that good for you?" Reno was about half an hour's drive from Sweet Rapids.
"That sounds good."
"All right, I'll see you Saturday evening."
"See you, Saturday."
As she placed the phone back on the receiver, she couldn't hide the huge grin on her face as she tried to get back to work.
"Am I to assume a certain Noble man is responsible for putting that smile on my daughter's face?"
Tessa's head shot up to meet her mother's
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