Winter's Promises by Mary Jane Hathaway

Author:Mary Jane Hathaway
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian fiction, christian romance, arcadia valley, inspirational romance, romance, romance
Publisher: mary jane hathaway
Published: 2018-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“We love the things we love for what they are.”

― Robert Frost

Megan sat up straight behind her desk and smiled. “Good morning, Miss Black.”

“You can call me Romy, and good morning to you.” She loved that Megan was taking her job more seriously. Professionalism was never a bad thing. “You’re here bright and early.”

“Luke gave me a ride this morning. Oh, and he gave me some jam that he made this weekend, too.” She held up the little jar of blended berry jam. “Isn’t that nice? I’m going to make him some biscuits as a thank you.”

“Sounds delicious,” Romy said. She felt slightly uncomfortable that Luke had brought Megan the fruits of their collective labor, then was irritated with herself for being suspicious. He could give a jar to everyone in the center if he wanted. It was none of her business. In fact, it was good to make friends with the staff. She’d been in need and he’d helped her out. Just because Megan was young and pretty didn’t mean he shouldn’t be nice to her. “Any messages?”

“Oh, um. Two people called for appointments for their teens. I forwarded them to Stavros. Someone left a message for you about a professional photographer and a journalist called about some kind of pass for tomorrow.” She handed over the little slips of paper.

“Thanks,” Romy said, frowning down at the carefully printed words on the last card. The name wasn’t familiar but the newspaper was one of the biggest in the nation. It would be incredible if they got some real coverage on a national scale, especially with the fundraising that went on during the year. She decided not to get her hopes up. Probably a lot of journalists landed a byline in a big publication and used it as their credentials for the next decade or two.

Minutes later, she dialed the number and waited for someone to pick up on the other end.

“Phil Pierson,” a terse voice answered.

Romy quickly introduced herself and explained that she was returning his call.

There was a very brief pause and a faint click. “Oh, hey,” he said, sounding much friendlier than he had a few seconds before. “We’re in town for the opening of Charlie’s Place tomorrow and were wondering what you needed to issue press passes.”

“No pass required. We have rules about taking photos when the center is open full time because of privacy issues, of course, but it doesn’t apply to the welcome ceremony. We’ve already said the media will be present, so anyone sensitive to that issue will be aware. And of course you’ll have to ask anyone for permission to use their name and image, like always.” Romy paused. “You said you’re in town just for the opening. You traveled here from Boise?”

“No, no. We’re based in Los Angeles.”

“I’m surprised anybody in California knows about us. We’re very small.” And not even open yet. The center had a lot of community support, but Romy wasn’t aware they had much reach beyond Twin Falls.

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