Chapter 3


     Mac walked out of the coffee shop, latte in hand. His phone vibrated as he neared his car, and he answered quickly when he saw who was calling. “This is Mac.”

     Hearing from the realtor so soon had to be a good sign. “Hi. We have a full-price offer. What’s your schedule like?”

     “You’re kidding. Wow.” He sat down in the driver’s seat. “I can meet you anytime today. What about lunch?”

     “That works. Just let me know where and when. I’m free any time before two.” Marisa sounded as excited as he felt.

     “Thanks. I’ll text you. Bye.” Mac stared at the phone after the call ended.

     Two days.

     The penthouse had been on the market two days. He hadn’t given logos or slogans any more thought, but he needed to. After meeting Marisa, his main goal was to focus on logos.


     Mac closed his laptop and ran out the door with just enough time to make his lunch appointment. He drove to the restaurant, excited about the offer.

     Marisa waved from a table when he stepped inside. “I think you’ll be really happy with the offer.”

     He dropped into a chair across from her and began reading over the paperwork. “All they want to change is an earlier closing?”

     “Does that work for you? Two weeks isn’t a long time.”

     “I can make it work.” He picked up the pen and signed his name. “Thank you so much.”

     “It isn’t always this easy, but you have a great place. Let me buy you lunch.” Marisa glanced around for the waitress.

     “As a thank you, I’ll make you and”—he glanced down at the ring on her finger—“your husband one of my specialty sandwiches. Just say when. When I have a new kitchen, that is. I guess I need to focus on finding a new place to buy.”

     “What are you looking for? I’ll pull up a list and schedule viewings.”

     “I’m looking for a little bit of land. Someplace with Hill Country views maybe. Three acres or more, ideally. Oh, and limited restrictions about parking a trailer.”

     Marisa scribbled notes. “I’ll see what I can find.”

     During lunch, he told her about his plan to open the food truck.

     As they finished eating, she pulled out her phone. “I saw something the other day.” She scrolled through her Facebook feed. “If you need a logo or graphic, a high school friend of mine just started doing that.” Marisa wrote down the name of the website and slid it across the table.

     “I’ll contact her. Thanks.” Mac paid the tab. “Also, I’m trying to keep the McAllister name separate from the food truck stuff. If it works, I want it to be because the food is good, not because . . .” He didn’t know how to finish the sentence without sounding like the guy who was too rich.

     “No problem. I won’t say anything. But I will let you know when they schedule the closing.”

     “I’ll be there with my pen ready.” He waved as he climbed into the car.

     All the way home, he thought about logos and how he wanted the truck painted. Cheese was his main theme, but beyond that, design-wise, he hit a wall. Once he got back to the penthouse, he sat down at the table with a notepad. Time to brainstorm. His head cleared like the sky after a storm front had blown through.

     He wrote cheese at the top of the page. Drawing his sandwich was far beyond his capabilities, but he could draw cheese. Probably. He sketched out ideas.

     His wedge of cheese looked like a preschooler had drawn it.

     After a couple of hours with little to show for it, he stretched and changed for a run. Marisa texted him a few areas that might be of interest. Instead of spending time on the treadmill or running downtown, Mac jumped in the car and headed to the ’burbs.

     He drove through a few . . . neighborhoods seemed too loose a term. But what he saw, he liked. A quick Google search gave directions to a nearby trailhead. That sounded like the perfect place for an evening jog.

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