Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(60)

"It's for the residents of Beach Combers Cove. We can't get everyone  moved, but ten should be enough. Take care of it, and let me know when  it's finished."

"Will do. I'll have Barbara start immediately."

"Thanks, Mark. I know I've put a lot on everyone in the office this past week. I appreciate it."

"No problem."

I surveyed the field. I hoped like hell this would work.

Five minutes later I pulled into the Pancake House parking lot. It was a  local favorite on the island. The kind of place that served breakfast  twenty-four-seven. I slid into a booth near the back of the diner.

"What can I get you?" A waitress, who looked as if she were still in  high school dropped a glass of water on the table, spilling it on the  floor. "I'm sorry." She stooped to the floor. "I wasn't paying  attention."

Another girl rushed over to help her. "We'll clean it right up."

"Not a problem. Everything I'm wearing can dry."

The second waitress looked up. "I know who you are."

"Funny. I was about to say the same thing to you. Shawna Douglas, right?"

She nodded. "Carrie, I'll take care of this customer." She directed the  young girl back to the register, carrying wet towels. "I didn't expect  you to be in here."

"I'd like eggs, bacon, and two pancakes." I handed her a menu.

"You're in here for pancakes?"

"It's the Pancake House."

"Of course. I'll get that order in for you."

Ten minutes later Shawna returned with a plate of hot food. I smiled. "Thank you."

"Can I get anything else for you?" she asked.

"Well, I was getting ready to ask you that." I peeled the paper wrapper from the silverware.

She looked around. "Are you here to say something about the article? The reporter asked the questions. I just answered them."

"I understand. I'm not upset."

"You're not?" She looked surprised.

"Why would I be upset?"

She sat across from me. "Do you know I have less than a month to find a  place to live? There aren't any open campgrounds on the island. Besides  that, how am I going to haul that trailer?" Her voice started to rise.

"I think I have a solution for you."

"And what is that?"

"What if I told you there is campground where you and Lindy can move?"

She shook her head. "There's nothing on the island. Beach Combers Cove was the last one that allowed for full-time residents."

I grinned. "Until the new one opens"

"But how? Where?"

"You know on the sound side near the bridge, there's that vacant lot?"

"The one with rusted cars and boats?"

I nodded. "That's the one."

"I'm sorry, I might be desperate, but I'm not that desperate."

My hand reached across the table, pressing against her wrist. "I  wouldn't suggest that. I know you're trying to find a place for your  daughter to live."

"Then how is a junkyard going to be a suitable place for us?"

"What do you say you meet me there after work and I'll show you? What time is your shift over?"

She still looked skeptical. "The shift change is at three. But I have to get my daughter."         

     



 

"Bring her with you. I'll see you there."

She stood next to the table. "All right."

I finished my pancake breakfast, left change on the table, and headed to  my car. It was a more expensive solution than I wanted, but in the long  run it would be worth it. I didn't need any more stories bashing me for  kicking out a single mother.

I scowled thinking about the reporter who had taken a swing at my  character and motives. It didn't matter. I had a way to fix it.

I peeled out of the parking lot.



A few minutes after three, Shawna pulled up behind me. You could hear  the bridge traffic as cars passed over the sound. I tried to tell myself  it wasn't terrible. Any kid could sleep through that.

"You made it." I walked toward her, while she unbuckled the little girl from a booster seat.

"Yes. Now what is it you're proposing?" She eyed the weeds growing  around tires and through the windshield of a rusted out Mustang.

"I should be able to have water and electric hookups run out here in two  weeks. We'll have all of this cleared." I waved my hands toward the  abandoned vehicles.

"You own this?"

"As of this morning, yes." I shoved my hands in my pockets and surveyed the small lot.

Shawna took Lindy's hand, and they walked through a path in the weeds.

"I'll even throw in a swing set and slide. What do you think?"

She was considering it. That was all I needed. She didn't have to have  the vision I had for the place. People rarely could see what potential  there was in land or a dilapidated building, but I could. I only had to  paint the picture for her. As long as she believed the picture, it would  work.

"And picnic tables and grills?" She turned toward me.

"Yes, over there near the trees. Much better than what you have at the Cove."

Lindy squealed. "Mama, look! Cats!"

A stray cat jumped on the hood of one of the cars.

I smirked. "I'll make sure you have no problems with ferocious attack cats either."

I heard Shawna repress a giggle.

"But Lindy can't see the ocean from here. She loves the ocean." She  turned toward the road. The beach was on the other side of it as well as  a row of houses and hotels.

"There's swimming access to the sound. And you know you can access the  beach anytime you want to take her. There are places all over the island  for that." She didn't look convinced. "Ok, I'll add a pier with a  swimming platform, ok?" I tried not to sound irritated. I was slowly  adding costs to this low-budget project.

She folded her arms, allowing Lindy to move freely in front of us. "A  swimming platform sounds decent, but how am I going to get moved?"

"Leave that to me. I'll set up the new campground and get you moved."

The cat was joined by a friend. I wondered how many other animals lived in the hollowed out engines and trunks.

"And my neighbors? Arnie and Karen? There are a few others who are year-round residents like me."

She pushed her sunglasses on top of her head. I knew Shawna was a young  woman, but there were lines around her eyes, and the smudged mascara  running around her lids made her look tired and older than she was.

"I have enough room for ten spots. I can't get permits for more than that. You are on the top of the list."

"Only ten? But what if more people want to move?" She was trying to hold  Lindy back from chasing one of the cats. She glared at her daughter to  stand still.

"Shawna, I have a team of people who can help them find new lots for  their campers. I can help ten of you right here. What do you say? Are  you interested?"

I knew the lot was small, and I wasn't going to be able to move  everyone, but they weren't all in Shawn's situation. She needed a place  she could afford so that Lindy could continue to live on the island and  go to school. Most of the other residents stayed for four or five months  out of the year. The snowbirds only resided at the Cove during the  winter. Those weren't the people causing my PR nightmare. This woman and  the cute little girl were.

"All right. We'll move." She bent down so she was squatting next to  Lindy. The girl was about to snatch the tail of a striped kitty. "What  do you think, Lindy? Would you like to move here?"         

     



 

She nodded. "Can we have the kitties?"

I laughed. "That's up to your mother." I began to walk back to my car.

Shawna stood. "Thank you, Mason."

"I'm glad it's going to work out." I drove toward the Palm, leaving the mother to survey her new home.





14





Sydney





"Well done on the feature piece," Alice smiled as she passed by my  cubicle. She was on her way back from the break room. A cup of coffee in  her hand.

"Thank you. I've had a lot of feedback from my Twitter followers."

"I'm starting to think you're more of a feature writer. First the  Lachlan piece and now this look at the mother and her daughter. You have  a flare that's starting to show."

I was glad she could finally see the real strengths in my writing, but  it still wasn't the right time to admit I wasn't a business expert. We  both knew it.

"Keep it up, Paige."

"Alice?"

She turned. "Yeah, what is it?"

"I have the notes from Commissioner Rodriguez's press conference. But  since you mentioned the feature angles, I was wondering what you thought  about me focusing on her."

Alice set the coffee on the edge of my desk. This was the longest amount  of time she had spent at my desk. The first time I met the editor was  over a Skype interview. My immediate reaction was she looked tired.  There were dark circles under her eyes, and her short blond hair was  patched with streaks of gray.

"Are you talking a political story for the election?"