008

Previously, On Concrete Shelves...

• Vinessa Torsney approached James Thurlow with a revised contract from Jack Malinger. It states that a Thurlow needs to step down. James and Shannon optioned their mother, Anita.
• Iris Thurlow has been struggling with her birth parents not wanting to have contact with her. While meeting with their OB/GYN, she informed Iris and Emmet Thurlow that they are having twins.
• Kirsten Thurlow Sutton met with Adrian Stone and revealed that she is pregnant from their affair. They both agreed that it is best to stop the affair and remain with their partners.
• Care Schmidt warned her best friend, Cree, to stay away from Reid Maverick as he was nothing but trouble. However, she took it as a challenge instead, waking up in his bed the next morning…

 

Places That Don’t Feel the Same

August 30th, 2027

On Concrete Shelves | Revisited

008 - Part One

Scene One; Stone Creek

Now Town; Thurlow Industries

James Thurlow makes his way through the lobby; a security guard checks him through so that he can access the elevators that lead up to the offices. Normally, he wouldn’t have to go through the extra security, but it’s seven o’clock in the morning and most people don’t have access to the building this early. The security guard also alerted him to Shannon, Vinessa and Isabelle having had entered the building already.

So he is sure the three women are waiting for him in the main conference room.

The elevator dings and James climbs in. If memory serves him correctly then his mother should be still at the offices in Paris. The weekends tend to create a lot of work for the Monday’s and he’s almost certain that she would be staying late to help the team stay on-track.

Anita probably had a cup of tea in hand while doing so.

“There he is!” Shannon announces to the room. She gives her brother a hug as he makes his way into the conference room. The smell of lavender and vanilla wafts in the air as she does so. “I told the ladies you would be up soon. Gerald, downstairs, stopped me to check every pocket.”

“And I told her,” Isabelle Wilkinson-Rhodes leans over, “that Gerald downstairs was only doing so because of her striking beauty. He saw something he liked and wanted to spend as much time around her as possible.”

“That’s nonsense.” Shannon smiles.

Isabelle shrugs. “He didn’t check my bag.  Not that I’m complaining.”

“Don’t look at me!” Vinessa Torsney says as soon as both women turn to her. “I didn’t even get a name out of him. I think the staff still thinks I have firing power around here because of the merger. Part of me would like to use that to my advantage.”

“That,” James replies, “I did not hear.” 

The women erupt in another buzz of information. Isabelle digs into his sister once again and then asks how Jon is doing. This is a conversation that James feels he’s not needed for, so instead he turns to the small counter at the end of the conference room where they keep a supply of coffee. Opening the cupboards he is thankful for it being fully stocked.

“I could use one of those.” He hears from over his shoulder.

Vinessa moves over to his side. James offers her a knowing smile, and then admits, “As much as I would like everyone to think, I’m not much of a morning person.”

“That makes two of us.” Vinessa confesses. “I promise I won’t tell a soul.”

“Thanks for that.” He pulls out two mugs from the cupboard and then grabs a canister of ground coffee beans; Vinessa still at his side prepares the coffee pot. James takes this as a moment to speak with her privately. “I also wanted to thank you for helping us navigate the merger.”

Vinessa pushes a few locks of hair off her shoulder. “It’s been easy, besides, your family has always been a strong force here in Stone Creek. The way Shannon would talk about her parents and her big brother when we lived in the city… It feels like I finally get to do my part in helping the Thurlow’s with a few wins.”

“Let’s get through this merger first.” James advises.

“How do you do it?” Vinessa asks, frankly.

“Do what?”

She maneuvers her hands and then turns back to James, locking eyes with him. “All of this. I mean, your father left you in charge of this entire empire and now you’re having to tell your mother that she has to step down in order to solidify the merger…”

There’s a beat between the two of them. James can tell that she is a naturally curious woman and given her profession he also knows that Vinessa has a no-bullshit radar, so he tries to answer as honestly as possible. “I don’t truly know.”

“That sounds like the answer of a modest man.”

James shakes his head. “When I was younger and my father was running Thurlow Industries I thought he had the coolest and funnest job in the world. Then I grew up and realized just how much was on his shoulders. I just hope that I can do my best by him.”

“Ask anyone in Stone Creek and I think they’d give you the same answer.” Vinessa replies. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” 

“Ah!” Shannon shouts from across the room. “Is that coffee that I smell? I could use a cup to keep me awake. Good thinking Jamie.”

The two are interrupted leaving James to marinate with Vinessa’s last statement. He knows that there is a lot of truth to it but it still doesn’t make his next decision an easy one. Sometimes when he is alone in this conference room he speaks with the spirit of his father in hopes for clarity. Though, it usually doesn’t come in the way he had hoped.

“Have you heard from Emmet yet?” Shannon asks as she approaches the two of them. She temporarily invades their personal space to grab her own mug and leans against a chair facing her brother. “I don’t know if we can have this conversation without him here.”

“We might have to.” James looks up from his phone. “It seems that Iris woke up in the middle of the night. The baby is fine. Emmet said he might be more than an hour late however, so we will have to talk with mother without him.”

Shannon turns to Vinessa. “That should be fine, right?”

“Legally… not so much.” She admits. “But unless you think your mother is going to sue the company for negligence after the fact… we should be okay to continue with the meeting. It’s not like we have much room to push the meeting back being that she’s in Paris.”

“It’ll be fine.” James confirms.

Shannon frowns. “Will it be?” 

“Frank just entered the building.” Isabelle confirms from her seat at the conference table. Her eye glasses falling to the tip-of her nose as she reads the CFO’s text message. She then moves over to her tablet. “I can get the virtual room ready. Do you think Anita has Aidan there with her?”

James shakes his head. “I told her to send him back to the Jurado compound for the evening. By tomorrow morning Aidan will be solely in-charge of operations at Thurlow-Jurado Overseas."

“I don’t think I could’ve ever prepared myself to hear those words.” Shannon says, “Sometimes I still think of Aidan as the blue-eyed baby boy who wouldn’t sleep through the night. Now he is running his father’s company…”

“Not quite yet.” Frank calls from the doorway.

“Frank, you’re here.” Isabelle replies, she offers him the seat next to her and then looks back at the siblings. “Anita’s assistant says that they’re ready on their end if we would like to proceed with the video call?”

James shares a quick look with Vinessa and then turns to his younger sister, Shannon, to confirm if she was ready for the conversation at hand. Shannon squeezes his hand gently before returning to her coffee mug.

“Let’s all find our seats then,” James tells the occupants of the conference room.

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Scene Two; Stone Creek

Granger Grove Gated Community; Thurlow Residence

Emmet Thurlow holds a warm mug of tea in his hands. He moves through the kitchen and down the hall as he navigates through the home, making his way back up the stairs and into the bedroom that he shares with his wife, Iris.

They’ve spent most of the morning in their bedroom wide awake. It wasn’t uncommon lately. He knows that Iris has been having trouble sleeping at night — especially as they get closer to the babies expected birth month. Emmet has been worried about her. But he also knows that bringing it up would be no use as she would just assure his worries away.

So he went to Diem without asking Iris in hopes that she would be of some use or have some sort of old remedy that could help Iris relax.

He watches as she lays in their bed, her eyes moving as she tries to rest once again. The spicy scent of ginger enters his nostrils as the liquid steams in the mug.

“I know you’re watching me.” Iris says with closed eyes.

Emmet cracks a smile. “I’m only standing here, pondering,” his words low and smooth, “how a gorgeous, beautiful woman like you would be in my bed and carrying my children.” The words fill the emptiness in the room.

“You need to stop selling yourself short.” Iris says through a smile, she turns her head and opens her eyes, locking them on her husband. Every time she does this sends a series of flutters through his being. 

“So you’re calling me short?” He raises an eyebrow.

Iris goes to lift herself up off the bed; he instinctively moves forward, places the mug on the side table and helps his wife as she maneuvers around the pillows and their comforter. Once he is sure that Iris isn’t going to make any more sudden movements he steps away.

“There,” Emmet says, “is that comfortable enough for you?”

“I think I’ll manage.” Iris motions towards the mug he just placed on the table top. “Is that a ginger chamomile tea just for me?”

He nods. “I figured it might help.”

“It might also knock me straight out.”

“You haven’t been sleeping lately, I think it would come as a welcomed surprise if it does… wouldn’t it?”

Iris sucks in a deep breath. “I have students today.”

“They can wait.” Emmet replies. “I am sure that you can call in a substitute for the day. The school district will understand. It would be far better than if you were to go and pass out in front of your students in your classroom.”

She nods. “You’re right, that doesn’t sound like a good idea.”

Handing over the mug to his wife, he guides it into her willing fingers before moving away and letting her enjoy the tea. There’s something that has been swirling around his mind lately. As they get closer to their due date the sleepless nights have become more reoccurring, which worries him tremendously.

Emmet had asked Diem if she knew of any remedies — he also asked if there was any family history of sleep deprivation. But Diem explained it could all potentially be Iris’ nerves. So the only other question left: what is it that has her so worked up?

Other than the children growing in her abdomen.

“What’s going on, Em?” Iris asks.

He snaps from his thoughts and refocuses on his wife. “I— I guess I just have to wonder if there’s anything else going on that is causing your restlessness? If you want I can give Dizzy a call and see if she can make a house call… ”

Iris tenses up, she hands the mug back to Emmet who readily accepts the tea. “I don’t need a house call from our doctor, Emmet. I already told you. These babies of ours are really active in the night time. Which means we need to prepare for them to potentially be night owls after they’re born.”

“That’s what is keeping you up at night?”

“Not exactly.” She shies away.

Emmet finds himself a place on their bed, scooting in close to her and wiggling his toes. “Then what is it?”

“Your feet. They smell.” Iris chuckles.

“They do not.” Emmet defends himself, he leans closer to sniff them just in case. He then shoots back up and locks eyes with Iris. “You’re just trying to avoid the conversation. I hope that you know that whatever is worrying you it won’t have any negative effects on me. I am here for you and for our children. Always, my love.”

Iris sighs. “I love you. You’re a good man.”

“I will take the compliment but I would still like to have this conversation.” He replies sternly.

The brunette touches her husband’s face. “In time. Let’s just focus on the little ones for the rest of the morning so that we can try to get some much needed rest? If I play hooky from work… do you think that you could do the same?”

There’s a moment of hesitation before Emmet looks at his phone on the other end of the bed. He then looks back at Iris with a smile. “Sure, I doubt they need me to go in today.”

Scene Three; Stone Creek

Boulestridge Mountains; The Lakeside Inn

“What is all of this?” Taylor Thurlow-Kern asks, the paperwork in his hands immediately gets placed behind the reception desk as he admires the basket of fresh fruit before him. It's been thirty minutes since the girls at the front desk had paged him, but between re-directing a few scheduling issues and correcting the morning recipe, he has spent the majority of his time in the kitchen this early in the morning.

So to see — and smell the aromatic basket was a welcomed surprise.

Amanda Tucker moves over to his side. “Is that a fruit basket?”

“It’s definitely a basket.” He observes. 

The girls at the front desk point to a man on the phone in the lobby. Immediately he recognizes the man as Marco Maldonado, the man Amanda danced with at the nightclub a few nights ago, also, the man he signed a contract with for the Inn.

“Seems to be a fruit basket for my favorite fruit cake.” Amanda scoffs, she nudges Taylor’s arm and then returns her gaze to Marco as he passes around the lobby. “Do you think he woke up this morning thinking about you?”

Taylor turns to his friend. “That’s not appropriate, Amanda.”

“I can never really tell what is appropriate with the gays.” She replies. “Why do you think he is here then? Have you put an order inside of him?” Amanda holds a hand to her mouth and giggles. “I mean an order in with him.”

“I’m married, Amanda.”

Amanda places her hands up in the air. “Again, I can’t read the gays. I’m just here for the vibes and the energy.”

“Then why don’t you go vibe and energize behind the bar where you should be doing the beginning-of-the-week inventory.” Taylor suggests with light aggression. “Send me a copy of the liquor order while you’re at it.”

She groans. “I liked it better when Aidan was my boss. You’re too bossy.” Amanda leans forward and kisses him on the cheek and then scoots away, keeping her eye on Taylor until she rounds the corner of the lobby and away towards the back bar.

Taylor turns back towards the front of the lobby and nearly runs into Marco Maldonado in the process. The two share a freight as the rugged latino puts his phone back in his pocket. “Ay, looks like running into each other is becoming a thing, Guero.”

This causes Taylor to blush. “Is this basket from you?”

“Actually, it is more of a gesture of good faith. My abuelita used to make these baskets for some of the street vendors who would allow her to join them so she could sell the vegetables from her garden.” Marco explains. “cesta de frutas de la buena fe. A partnership.”

“She sounds like a wonderful woman. I would love to meet her one day.” Taylor says, he turns back to the basket. “I am sure that Charlie and the rest of the staff will be just as thankful for this.”

He turns back to see Marco’s eyes on him. “Is there something else that I can help you with today Mr. Maldonado?”

Marco flashes him a grin. “You can call me Marco. No need to be so formal.”

“Ah.” Taylor moans. “I’m sorry. I just feel really awkward knowing that you’re — you know, I guess it feels a little odd that we shared a dance a few nights ago and I still haven’t told my husband about it.”

“That’s a lot of information to digest.” Marco replies. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come by today. I can take a hint. No problema. I just hope that I didn’t ruin the contract that we signed. My family could really use a big client such as yourself.”

Taylor shoots out his hand. “The contract still stands. I would never go back on my word. Scouts honor.”

Shaking Taylors hand, Marco chuckles. “I was never a scout myself, but I’ll take your word for it, Guero.”

Scene Four; Stone Creek

Now Town; Thurlow Industries

“It’s fine, don’t be so fussy,” Anita Porter Thurlow says, even from over the video call he can tell that his mother has had a long day. There’s a heaviness to her eyes that only occurs when she’s had to overexerts herself. He also knows that it is closer to five o’clock in the evening in Paris, the work day is nearly over his mother. “If I didn’t understand this technology I wouldn’t be using it!”

“Mother,” Shannon coos.

But Anita brushes it off over the call. “Let’s just get on with this meeting.”

“Right.” Vinessa Torsney replies. “Now that we have everyone here, other than Emmet, I think we should go over some of the cliff notes for the merger before we dive into why we are all here. That way everyone can form a few thoughts and say what is needed to be said.”

“Sounds good to me.” Anita snips.

“I spoke with Avi Tabor and Walter Castro last week about moving the merger forward and they came back with some revisions from their CEO, Jack Malinger,” Vinessa states as formally as she can. Her voice catches as she tries her best not to reveal the bigger ask just yet. “The revisions have been narrowed down to one bit requirement before he will sign the contracts.”

“That’s a good thing then, right?” Anita asks.

James jumps forward. “It is. That would mean that all the work than you and Aidan have been putting in over there was all worth while.”

“How are things going over there, mother?” Shannon adds.

This gets a grunt from Anita. “I’m not going to lie and say everything is peaches and cream over here. They had a mess of contracts before Aidan was able to sort through everything. He spent last month nose in the books to make sure each contract going out had legal weight.”

“He sent me those files,” Frank says, “I think he did a terrific job getting through all of the contracts. I would be very proud of him if I were you.”

“I am.” Anita snips. “I just wish that we would’ve been more involved over here these last few years instead of just hoping that everyone would stay true to their word. I would be getting more sleep.”

James clears his throat. “We weren’t hoping, mother, we did our best.”

“Sometimes the best is just the bottom line. It’s not good enough.” Anita challenges. “But everything is sorted through now, heavens, just in time it seems. My assistant has already confirmed the list of assets from the paperwork that Vinessa had sent over.”

“That’s great.” Vinessa grins.

“I think it is time to discuss what this one requirement is. Because the way everyone is skating around the topic is making me feel like that requirement has something to do with me.” Anita says.

The conversation comes to a halt. This time James knows that he must be the one to deliver the news to his mother. He isn’t nervous to tell her about the negotiations. Nor does he think she would sue the company for negligence. James does, however, knows there’s bound to be confrontation.

He draws a breath, then proceeds, “I don’t want to alarm you, mother, but there’s no other way to say this. The merger can only proceed as long as a Thurlow steps away from the project altogether. Which would mean that —.”

“I know what that means!” He can hear her laugh on the other side of the call. “How the hell did we get to this point?... Thurlow Industries has been built from the ground up by your father and I. We worked so hard to provide not only for our family but for other struggling families in Stone Creek… and then you’re tossing me out?”

“That’s not how we see it, mother,” Shannon speaks up.

“Who is going to see through to things over here?” 

James clears his throat. 

“Stop doing that!” Anita snaps. “Heavens, are you telling me that you’re going to leave Aidan in-charge over here? For how long? Have you even spoken to the boy? Because he thinks that after this is through he is going to go spend his honeymoon with his husband.”

“He is still going to do that.” Shannon declares.

Anita scoffs. “I have no idea how.”

“We were hoping you would stay on for the time being to help transition Aidan over.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Frank, shut your mouth! I don’t need any of you to try and guilt me into staying on with the company if everyone seems to want me out.” Anita states. There’s a silence within the conference room. 

A giant balloon has sucked up all the oxygen. “I’ll do it.”

James and Shannon make eye contact long enough to breathe a sigh of relief. They knew at some point that Anita would agree for the company. It was only after theatrics on their mother’s part. He tries not to look too relieved when he returns to the video call. “Mother —.”

“I’ll do it, James,” Anita replies, “I will step away from the company immediately on paper. I won’t leave until Aidan is properly trained on how to handle things here in Paris. He doesn’t need to be put in the position his father had put him in when he tried to kill Shannon.”

“We understand.”

“Do you?” She challenges. “Because I think that there is still a lot left to discuss. If those assholes with their thumbs up their own fannies want to revise contracts then I want some revisions of my own.”

Vinessa pops back on. “Anita, I don’t think that is wise.”

“We don’t pay you to question how wise I am. We pay you to figure out how to make things happen, Vinessa. I will agree to step away from the company after my grandson has a proper honeymoon, and only after that.”

“We can make that happen.” Vinessa agrees, rather quickly. “I will make sure that Aidan and Taylor have a proper honeymoon right after the merger is concluded.”

Anita sucks in air. “Good. I’m going to the compound now. I assume we are finished here?” She lifts herself up from her seat and turns to her assistant. “Hang up on my children for me, won’t you dear?”

With that, the screen goes dark.

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Scene Five; Stone Creek

Boulestridge Mountains; Sutton Cottage

The door to the bedroom that she shares with her husband, Charlie Sutton, stays closed. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Kirsten, doesn’t dare break eye contact with the door knob. She knows it’s not true, but it feels as if the seconds are passing like molasses. Her usual prim and proper exterior is replaced with a messy bun and her morning pajamas, even though she should already have showered and changed into something more living-room appropriate.

Charlie hadn’t returned home from work last night, which, she thinks, is probably a good thing since the last week has been a high anxiety week for her. 

Her children have already left for the morning; Megan stopped by for breakfast and then offered to take Eric to school on her way to meet up with her girl friends. This gave Kirsten the window of opportunity she had been craving before going into the Cafe later today.

Her iPhone timer goes off alerting her to why she had been waiting in the first place.

Immediately she jumps to her feet, her ankle socks soft against the hardwood floor. Let’s try this one more time just to make sure, she thinks.

Though she knows it doesn’t help with the nerves, Kirsten tries to hum the lyrics to her favorite Katy Perry song, Roar. 

Finding herself in their his and her bathroom Kirsten looks at herself in the mirror. Her reflection is even more atrocious than she imagined. Though, in her defense she has survived a breakfast with her two children, one of them a pre-teen with a vendetta against omelettes.

One last glance towards her bedroom, she then returns her attention to the pregnancy test nearest her sink atop the vanity. Two Pink Lines, she’s definitely pregnant. This is the second test of the morning, fifth test since last week. Kirsten has told herself that all she needs is one negative test result to make this all go away.

Although one negative test result still wouldn’t stop her growing stomach.

She touches a hand to her stomach and then back at the doorway to her bedroom. Kirsten has never felt this uneasy in her own home — or her own body if she’s being honest with herself. The last two months have felt like an out of body experience. The hairs at the back of her neck begin to stand.

How is she going to explain this to Charlie? She keeps thinking back to last week and her encounter with Laurie Nelson at the Langford Willow Inn. Laurie has always been brash, if not a little on the trashier side. So naturally getting the upper hand on Kirsten is an opportunity that she couldn’t miss.

It’s fine. Kirsten tells herself. You handled Laurie. She won’t tell a soul.

Now she needs to figure out how to explain to Charlie that she is expecting a child. Her third child. It’s a thought that bewilders her. If only she could remember the last time they had sex. Was it when they got drunk for her mother’s birthday dinner? If it is. That could do it.

Kirsten looks back at her reflection. That has to be it. They had sex at the beginning of the month. Fuck, that wouldn’t work. She’s known for two months now. It has to work. Kirsten takes a deep breath. She has to find a OB/GYN that could make that work.

That has to be the new plan.

She got pregnant at the beginning of August. It has to work. The jiggle of the door knob causes her to snap her neck back to the entryway to the bedroom. 

Scene Six; Stone Creek

Now Town; Crunch

“You look like you’ve had a morning.” Jane Wilkinson states. She takes note of the way her best friend is dressed and how her hair is out of place, she fixes her hair for her and then gives her a tight squeeze. “Is it Cree, again?”

Megan shrugs. “I was hoping I’d be able to keep myself together long enough to get through today’s brunch.”

“You do know there is no better place to be unkept, right?” Jane chuckles. She places her cellphone in the pocket inside her jean jacket and watches as they both cross the street towards Their favorite mimosa bar. “If you need me to do anything, I can show her the way back to that flat she keeps posting about in Paris.”

The two chuckle, making the small pounce onto the sidewalk before standing face-to-face. “To tell you the truth it’s not necessarily Cree that’s getting to me. There are a few things going on at the studio that have made me feel a little uncomfortable.”

“How so?” Jane inquires. 

“Well, for one it has been quite the journey going from a model to a model coordinator — or whatever my grandmother wants to call it.”

“Has she not defined your job?”

Megan. “She has. I just never realized how many personalities I would have to control. Like, for instance, did you know that Teagan won’t walk into the changing room if Vee has already been inside it first? Or that my grandmother keeps track of Care’s diet?”

“That does sound like a lot of work.” Jane agrees. “When I’m in the ER I tend to find myself overwhelmed as well, kind of like how you describe being at the photoshoots. However, when I get like that I try to focus on one fact at a time. The things I know that are unchangeable. So that I can keep moving forward and never backwards.”

“Ping Back, how?” Megan asks.

Jane thinks it over, then she turns to Megan. “Okay so whenever I feel overwhelmed and I have already been in the operating room I think about who my patient is; their name, age, the little facts I have learned about them from the charts… it keeps me in the moment so that I can keep going.”

“I still can’t believe you left pediatrics to work in the ER.” Megan states. The two continue discussing the topic as to why Jane changed her specialty last year and how it had helped her really focus on her long-term goals.

Though the conversation is captivating, Megan can’t help but catch a glimpse of someone from the corner of her eye. Refocusing on the man across the street in a pair of Prada shades and a metallic jumper she finds him oddly familiar before her eyes widen at the realization of who he is.

“Are you not listening?”

Megan shakes her head. “I’m so sorry. I just — that’s Lark’s cousin over there.” Megan points in the man’s direction and nudges Jane to turn towards the guy as he moves across the street and towards them.

“Oh,” Jane says uninterested, “I guess that is. I heard he’s a real piece of work.”

She knows that Jane must’ve heard it from Lark, so Megan doesn’t put much into the statement. Instead she nods. “His name is Reid and he’s making his way over here. So maybe, just act cool when he does?”

Jane shrugs and under her breath she says, “acting cool in this heat is going to take a lot if I’m being real.”

“Reid!” Megan calls out as he eliminates the space between the trio. “What are you doing back in Stone Creek? I thought you were taking a break from being here.”

“You know how it is.” Reid smirks, he keeps his eyes on Jane as she studies the man. “Some things just roll me back in. I caught wind to a major IT deal going down out here and I couldn’t help but get myself into the mix.”

“IT, huh?” Jane inquires. “You don’t seem the type.”

Megan shoots Jane a look, before interrupting. “This is Jane. She works at the hospital in the ER alongside her aunt, Daphne.”

“No shit, that’s cool.” Reid says dryly, “I guess if I ever end up at the hospital then I’ll hit you up for that. In the meantime I have a group I’m meeting inside to go over some legal bullshit for a deal I have going on. It was nice seeing you, Meg.”

Jane turns to her friend once Reid is out of sight. “Meg?” She scoffs, “Really? That man is so full of himself.”

“How about we just go inside and join Lark?” Megan replies, she steals a glance at Reid Maverick before she initiates the move inside the breakfast brunch establishment. “This is supposed to be a mimosa brunch, I could use a mimosa.”

On Concrete Shelves

Revisited

Next Time, On Concrete Shelves...

• The person on the other side of the bedroom door forces Kirsten Thurlow Sutton to come to terms with the last few months of her life.
• Catalina Cortez finds herself between a rock and a hard place as she tries to navigate her new situation. The offer from Lindy occupies her mind, but also, so does Patrick slamming the door on her face.
• Taylor Thurlow-Kern comes to a conclusion about the long distance between himself and his husband, Aidan.
• Megan Sutton finds time to have brunch with her best friends, Lark Maverick and Jane Wilkinson, however, a chance encounter with a ghost from her past threatens to occupy her mind…

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