“So, how are the numbers looking?” Anxiously sitting on the front of the chair seat, Carolyn leaned forward practically against the accountant’s desk. “No pressure, but, we’ve got some plans.”
Placing her hand against Carolyn’s bicep, Nixie eased her backward. “Don’t attack the accountant. You’re so rigid, what’s wrong with your muscles?” Squeezing up and down her arm, she couldn’t find any relaxed spots.
“I’m as flexible as a Barbie doll.” Shrugging off her friend’s grip, she shifted back into the chair. “I’m nervous, that’s it.”
“Ladies, profits are looking good.” Smiling, she tapped the paperwork in front of her. “I don’t see why you shouldn’t apply for the business loan for renovations.”
“Seriously? That’s incredible!”
“Have you decided what you want to do?”
The girls looked at each other, then, back to the accountant. Carolyn used her eyes to signal Nixie on. “We have that space next to us still damaged from the tornado winds years ago. We think it’d make a lovely tasting room, maybe add a small café to the space. We are still deciding.”
Loosening her tongue from the knot of anticipation, Carolyn offered further details. “Not a full kitchen, maybe just salads and soups, but, we really want to showcase the wines. Our small space right now limits us from possibilities.”
“Do you know who you’d hire to do the work?”
“Maybe Brant Larsen, he’s helped us with the vineyards some.” Carolyn shrugged her shoulders, looking to Nixie for agreement.
The accountant interjected, unaware of the unspoken body language between the two friends. “Ahhh, yeah, nice guy, his family have the farm outside of town.”
Sitting stock still in her chair, Nixie said nothing. Avoiding Carolyn’s gaze, she didn’t even nod.
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