Page 59 of The Roommate Problem
Chapter Seventeen
“Is that the rental agreement for the Poehler-Scott wedding?”
Mo glanced up at Lilly’s question. She’d been so focused on the paperwork in front of her she’d almost forgotten she was at work. Quickly slipping the papers under a folder on her desk, she shook her head. “No.”
Lilly squinted, causing her glasses to slip down her nose. She pushed them back up with a finger as she asked, “Then what is it?”
Good grief, somebody was in a nosy mood this morning. Mo grabbed another file from her inbox and held it out. “It’s nothing work related, but here’s the venue rental agreement you asked about. All signed and ready to be filed.”
Lilly rose from her desk and headed toward Mo. Pru gave a soft whistle when Lilly passed her desk, whispering under her breath, “You’re in trouble now, Mo.”
Nah. It wasn’t like Lilly was the boss or anything. Sure, Lil took point on most of their weddings, but that was just because she handled the majority of the client interaction. They were all equal partners in Mile High Happiness. Lilly couldn’t fire her.
But her friend could give Mo a stern talking to if she felt the need. And Lilly always felt the need.
Lilly held out her hand. Mo passed over the rental file, but when her friend simply tucked the folder under her arm and waited, she sighed.
“What?”
“Don’t what me, Moira Rossi.”
“I think she wants to know what ‘not work related’ stuff had you so preoccupied,” Pru said from the corner of her mouth.
See, this was the problem with working with your best friends. They didn’t let personal stuff drop the way normal coworkers would. Normally, Mo was all about sharing, but the whole August-Agatha situation was a bit complicated. More so since she and August were sleeping together.
Not that her friends knew about that little tidbit. If they did, she’d be in for the mother of all sit-downs. She knew what they would both say, and none of it would be anything she wanted to hear. But since Lilly could out-stubborn anyone, she sighed and pulled the paperwork she’d been studying from under the folder she’d placed over it.
“It’s just some loan paperwork I’m going over.”
Lilly’s eyes widened in surprise. “Loan? What do you need a loan for?”
“It’s not for me.”
Pru stood up from her desk and headed over to Mo’s. Now both her friends were standing in front of her, concerned expressions on their faces. Oops, she hadn’t meant to worry them. Better explain so they didn’t start freaking out. Pru could be a worrier, and Lilly liked to solve problems. Neither of which Mo needed at the moment.
“Agatha is thinking of buying a small plot of land on the edge of town and setting up a grow house on it.”
“Grow house?” Pru wrinkled her nose. “Agatha’s getting into the marijuana business?”
Mo burst out laughing. Even though those kind of grow houses were legal in Colorado, the thought of sweet old Agatha running a weed empire was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. Once she got her chuckles under control, she clarified, “No. A grow house for flowers. Her grandson August wants to buy some land far away from the city to start his own flower farm. He wants Agatha to sell the shop and come live by him.”
“Oh no.” Pru placed a hand over her heart. “But we love Agatha. We’d miss her so much.”
Lilly nodded in agreement. “And she’s one of our best vendors. We’ve never had any issues with her.”
Mo agreed with them both. If Agatha left, it would devastate her, and not just because they would lose a fantastic vendor. Plus she knew Agatha didn’t want to leave. August knew his grandmother didn’t want to leave. The stubborn man was just being pigheaded about everything.
Lilly leaned over the desk to peek at the loan agreement on Mo’s desk. “So Agatha is applying for a loan to buy a plot of land so August can have a flower farm in the city?”
Mo nodded. “Yup. This way August can still grow his flowers and he can directly supply to the shop so the profit margin will be greater, since she won’t have to go through other growers anymore. Win-win.”
Her confident glow dimmed as she glanced at the skeptical expressions on her friends’ faces. What? This was a great idea. She’d been so excited when she thought of it, she’d texted Agatha right away, and she’d agreed with Mo. Unfortunately, Agatha didn’t have enough money to purchase the amount of land needed. Mo had offered as much help as she could, but Agatha refused, insisting on calling her bank for a business loan instead.
“Moira,” Lilly said.
Uh oh. She was using her warning tone. The one she used when Mo did something wrong, like borrowing her clothes without asking. But the joke was on Lilly, because Mo hadn’t done anything wrong. And she couldn’t borrow any clothing now that the women didn’t live together.
Though she might still have Lilly’s green silk top in the back of her closet from that time she borrowed it and accidentally forgot to return it.
