“I think the limo business should be sold,” I say, following behind Gramps, as he walks through the villa, making sure the movers grabbed everything they want to take with them.

“And why is that?” he asks, spinning around to face me.

“Well,” I stammer, “it’s just that I noticed the number of clients are dwindling, and it will cost more to keep the business up and running than it will to sell it. Besides, the other drivers have already mentioned they had to go elsewhere part-time since we just don’t have the hours to give them.”

Gramps looks up at me, his eyes full of scrutiny, and says nothing but, “Hmm, interesting,” then turns on his heels, continuing his sweep of the villa.

Following close behind him, I wonder what his reply means.

We finally end up in the kitchen, a few minutes later, the café-style table being the only piece of furniture of theirs left in the house. Some furniture pieces I ordered have already arrived. More will come tomorrow.

He pulls out a chair and takes a seat, gesturing for me to do the same.

His mouth opens, but nothing comes out at first other than a long sigh. “How was your date last night?” he asks, tapping his fingers on the table.

I lean back in my chair, a smile emerging at the thought of me and Lauren last night. “It was great, Gramps. Thanks for recommending Shang Palace. She loved it.”

He nods. “Good, I’m glad it went well. She’s a great gal, and one of Chic Limos most loyal clients. Most of the others, on the other hand, have gone to Uber’s black car service.” He takes in a sharp breath. “The subject of selling the business is something I have been battling now for months, years really. I thought if I stepped back, allowed someone—you—to come in and tell me I needed to sell, the decision would come easier”—he lowers his gaze—“but turns out, it doesn’t.”

I square my shoulders and say, “Gramps, if you really want me to continue to operate the—”

“No no”—he waves a dismissive hand—“you’re absolutely right. The cost of operations far exceeds profits and I have to learn to let it go. Cut my losses now, before it drains my pockets. And I know, if I sell, the next person will most likely run into the same problems. So I think it’s best to just close the business and sell the town cars.”

His revelation could not have come easy; it takes a lot to pour yourself into a business, especially one from the ground up, so to speak. At the same time, no one should waste time spinning wheels on something that won’t yield a return. Times are changing and what once was obviously a thriving opportunity, is now just an existence.

“Sorry, Gramps,” I say, now drumming my fingers on the table.

“Oh, no…don’t you feel bad. I probably needed to hear a second opinion, confirming what I had already known to be the right decision. Will you take care of selling the cars?”

I nod. “Of course. And, I’ll reach out to the drivers. But, I think perhaps you can reach out to the few remaining clients?”

He lifts one bushy brow. “And Lauren Blake? What about her? She depends on the service; she’ll never Uber. And she won’t drive her own car although I never bothered to ask her why.”

“I’ll figure out something with Lauren, even if I have to pick her up all on my own everyday.” I smile, knowing that’s probably exactly what I’ll do.

Gramps passes me a probing look. “You really like her, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes, at the mere mention of her name.”

I can’t hide my grin. “Yeah, I think I do like her. A lot in fact. But she’s a hard case to crack.”

Gramps leans in and says, “So are you.”

We both chuckle.

“What are you going to do now, Jaxson. I mean, this is your house now, seeing as how we did give you this early inheritance. So I am assuming you’ll stay, even though the business is out of the picture.”

I shrug. “You know, I don’t really know yet. I mean, I won’t worry too much about money. I have some in the bank and get paid for residuals in shows I was in. But who knows what I want now. My agent keeps calling. Maybe I’ll call him back to see what he wants. I know for sure I am not doing another version of Date Me, Then Marry Me.”

Gramps laughs. “Yeah, please steer clear of that garbage.”

We sit and chat about Nana’s new art gallery, their new house, and my plans to take a train ride to visit them soon. Then Gramps makes calls to all of the clients, other than Lauren, to make them aware that Chic Limos is no longer open for business. I can tell what a relief it is for him to let go. Then he sets out to head back to the South of France, eager to begin his new chapter with Nana.

The sun beams down on my face, as I sit in the vegetable garden, contemplating what a NYC boy like me is gonna do with all these veggies. Sure, they’re good to eat, but I’ll be damned if I turn into garden boy. It’s close to noon now, the time ticking away slowly, especially since I didn’t have a certain lady to drive around today. She’s working from home, but I assured her I’d be available in case she needed a lift somewhere. Gramps hasn’t told her about the business closing; he left that conversation for me. Not that it will effect her. I’ll drive her wherever she needs to go.

Yep, I’ve got it pretty bad for Icy Hot Princess.

And spending time with her last night, only made it worse. I wanted so bad to finish that kiss as we stood on that deck overlooking the city. But I didn’t. I want to give her more time to warm up to me. Something tells me she still has hopes for her and the jerk who stood her up. We all tend to fall for those who are so very wrong.

God knows I did.

Hopefully time will show Lauren Blake, Mr. Right from Mr. All Wrong.