Chapter Twenty-Five
AFTER MEETING WITH Lizzie’s supplier Saturday morning, Blue returned to Lizzie’s house and found her finishing up the edits for that evening’s webcast. Every time he saw her she was doing something for someone else. He didn’t know how she kept going each day with such a positive outlook, especially when her father was completely shunning her and she was maintaining two businesses.
Sunday greeted them with an uncommonly warm fall morning. Lizzie called her father, but he wouldn’t even come to the phone. Blue wanted to drive down to Brewster and give him a piece of his mind, but again, he knew Lizzie needed him there with her.
He spent a few hours finishing up the renovations in her kitchen and then called his brother Gage to confirm that he’d taken care of a gift for Jeremy and Susan and called Trish to touch base and make sure she wasn’t upset that he’d rushed off the phone the other night. She was so excited to hear about Lizzie coming to the wedding that she asked him a dozen questions, all of which he was happy to answer. After Trish gave him the third degree, he and Lizzie prepared to call Duke.
Lizzie fidgeted as they sat down together in the living room.
“The Food Channel Network returned my email—on a weekend, if you can believe that,” she said. “They asked if I was open to discussing acquisition offers, so I told them I’d be interested in hearing their ideas.”
“Wow, that’s incredible. I guess their execs really are interested in your show. The ball’s in their court, and it gives you time to get your ducks in a row, but only if you’re sure you want to do this.”
“If this works, I swear I’ll be the happiest person on earth. I have the best boyfriend in the world, and this would finally get me out from under the exhausting cycle my life has become.”
He heard relief in her voice but still needed to fully believe that she wasn’t considering selling the rights just for him.
As if she’d read his thoughts, she touched his hand and her lips curved up in a sincere, loving smile. “Blue, I want this. I want this with all my heart. As proud as I am for finding my way without any help, I’ve always been ashamed of doing the show, too. Like it’s my dirty little secret. I don’t want to worry that a customer might come into the flower shop and recognize me from the webcast. Or that I’ll take my kids to school one day and someone’s husband will recognize me. Or a teacher. Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be?”
It seemed to Blue that relief had swept through him so many times in the last twenty-four hours that he should be floating on a cloud by now. He and Lizzie were definitely on the same page, and her mention of children made him wonder if they were on the same page with that, too.
“That might be embarrassing, but as long as I’m by your side, no one will dare say a derogatory word. If they do, I’ll take care of them.” He pressed a kiss to her temple as he opened the laptop and felt her bristle.
“All my worst fears are coming true.” She stared at the computer screen as she spoke. “My father won’t even speak to me, and people I know are finding out what I do in my off hours.”
He knew Lizzie was nervous about speaking with Duke, but Blue also knew it wasn’t the discussion about statistics and revenue that had her tied in knots. It was the thought of Duke watching the videos, which he would inevitably have to do.
Lizzie’s gaze—and voice—turned thoughtful. “I don’t know why, but this made me remember something that happened with Maddy. When she was sixteen, she went to a party. Of course my parents didn’t know, but when I went to pick her up, she was totally not herself. She finally told me that she’d almost slept with a boy.”
Blue’s jaw clenched tight at the thought of her sweet sister sleeping with a guy at such a young age.
“I always thought I’d be a really cool big sister when it came to those things. You know, pat her on the back, tell her that she was smart enough to make good decisions, and that as long as she was safe, it was her body and her choice. I trusted her.” Lizzie gazed into his eyes. “But I didn’t act that way. I got pissed and said a bunch of stuff I shouldn’t have, because I was scared for her. I couldn’t protect her, and I knew that if she’d done it and other kids had found out, well, you know how cruel high school kids can be.”
He reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sure she understood.”
“She didn’t, not until she went away to college. After her first semester she finally forgave me and things returned to normal. Not that we weren’t speaking or anything like that, but she was more careful with what she shared with me. I haven’t thought about that night until now, and I think it’s kind of the same thing as what happened between us. You’re worried about what other people say or think, and you can’t fix that.”
“I was a jealous jackass, too. Let’s not forget that.” He pulled her in close and kissed her. “I love you, and I love that you cared enough for Maddy to want to protect her.”
“I’ve always wanted to protect her, but that’s not where I’m going with this. That night taught me that one day I’d have to deal with her giving herself to a guy and I’d have to trust her judgment.” She paused again, her eyes drifting over his face, then holding his gaze. “I guess I want to thank you, Blue, for trusting my judgment enough to be here with me.”
“Lizzie, you don’t have to thank me. I definitely don’t feel like I deserve to be thanked after the way I reacted. And I hope you know that you don’t have to talk to Duke, and you don’t have to go through with talking with the network people, either. You can continue with what you’re doing, and I promise, I will stand by you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I know you will. Now call your brother before I chicken out about revealing the Naked Baker side of your girlfriend to your family.”
Blue chuckled as he called Duke.
“Hey, B. What’s going on?” Duke answered with his weekend voice, which was more effervescent than his professional voice.
“Hi, Duke. I was hoping to pick your brain about acquisitions.”
Lizzie paced nervously.
“Sure, what are you considering?”
“It’s not actually for me. It’s for Lizzie. She’s puts on a webcast and she’s making pretty good money from it, and now the Food Channel Network is knocking on her door.”
“That’s a big deal. FCN is a major player. What’s the webcast?” Duke asked.
Blue explained about the Naked Baker while Lizzie turned a pretty shade of crimson. He reached out to her, but she covered her face and pulled away, as if Duke could see her through the phone.
“Dude, those types of shows are hot right now. Did FCN tell her what they’re thinking? Did they talk numbers?”
Blue was relieved that Duke’s reaction was positive and that he didn’t say something negative about the type of show she was doing. Then again, if he wasn’t Lizzie’s boyfriend, he might not have reacted the way he had, either. “Not yet.” He smiled at Lizzie and mouthed, It’s all fine. Relax.
She nibbled on her lower lip, and it made him want to draw her in close and reassure her, but he had to focus on the conversation with Duke first.
“Well, if she’s really thinking about selling out, send me the financials and her business plan and let me look it over. We’ll make sure she’s got the best proposal she could possibly have before she walks in the door. FCN is here in Manhattan. I know one of their acquisition execs, Carly Christianson. She’s a hard negotiator.”
“Great, something to look forward to,” he said sarcastically. “We’re putting the proposal together, so we’ll send you everything by the end of the week.”
“These types of negotiations can be a bear. Make sure Lizzie’s mentally prepared for it. Networks are known for trying to swoop into the little guys’ houses and take advantage quicker than they can say thank you.”
Blue glanced at Lizzie, who was standing by the window nibbling on her lower lip. He knew that when push came to shove, that tenuous persona would go out the window. “My girl can handle anything.” He blew Lizzie a kiss, and she grabbed the air like she caught it and pressed her hand to her cheek. That small act of love warmed him all over.
“I’ll do some research, pick a few industry brains, and look into comparable transactions and metrics.” Duke was speaking fast. Clearly he’d gone into investor mode. “They’ll look at precedent transactions and cash-flow analysis, although I can’t imagine there’s much analysis to do in that regard unless she’s using proxies and doing a boatload of marketing. Online investors usually gravitate toward earnings multiples for business valuation because of its simplicity in the face of scarce comparable data, but I’ll dig into all of that. You get me her financials for the last three years, projections for the next two, and stats: views, length of time spent on site, et cetera, and I’ll handle the rest.”
“Thanks, man. We’ll get it all together.” As he listened to his brother clicking away on his computer keyboard, he imagined Duke watching Lizzie in her apron and heels, purring into the camera, and jealousy scraped up his spine.
One look at Lizzie, and he slayed that green-eyed monster before it had a chance to do any damage. He ended the call with Duke and folded her into his arms.
“Well?” she asked in a quiet voice.
“Get ready for the ride of your life, sweetheart. The Ryder boys have got your back.”