Free The Fortune Cafe by Heather B. Moore, Melanie Jacobson, Julie Wright

but he hadn’t been brave enough to say them loud enough. He had loved her all those years ago. Loved the quiet way she helped other people— the quiet way she helped him . Loved the doodles on her papers, and had loved reading the papers themselves. As soon as he saw her again at the restaurant, he knew he’d been reunited with his soul mate. And he had every intention of chasing her down. So what if he had to give up one night to the anniversary party?
    He still had eleven other days and nights before his flight took off. He planned to use them to maximum capacity, which meant he needed to hurry his sister along with her little tour so he could call Emma and see if she needed any help with her mom. He could offer to bring over some soup, or whatever. He sighed as Kristin pointed out the various places they could use for family photos.
    He was ready to chase Emma in earnest.

Emma’s shift ended, allowing her to thankfully clock out and flee Cái’s curious looks and overbearing remarks. He wanted to see her happily settled. He wanted to believe that somehow his restaurant would be the reason behind her happiness. The fact that he followed her around the kitchen saying, “A man doesn’t marry a girl’s mother. He marries the girl!” proved he didn’t, and wouldn’t, understand.
    She probably shouldn’t have told her boss about how she couldn’t allow Harrison to chase her, even if her fortune was supposed to be true, because her mother required too much energy, and she just didn’t have time for it.
    Cái lectured like he was preparing her for a master’s degree in romance, so slipping behind the wheel of her car and driving away toward her mother’s house was a huge relief. An interesting change. Emma never imagined she’d be glad to be going to her mom’s house for anything.
    Driving time was good for her. She liked to process life, and driving allowed her time to do just that. Except... she couldn’t think about Dragon’s Lair . No witty dialogue came to her; no interesting four-paneled plot presented itself. She only thought of Harrison and wondered what he might be doing at that exact moment.
    Her phone rang. She took a deep breath and with traffic being bumper to bumper and her hands-free headset still being lost, she didn’t bother glancing at the screen before answering. She knew it was her mother. The miracle was that her mom waited so long to start calling. The calls would come every minute on the minute if Emma didn’t pick up immediately.
    “I’m on my way,” Emma said into the phone, not bothering to hide her exasperation.
    “Really? That’s a wonderful surprise for me, but I thought you were going to your mom’s house,” a man’s voice said.
    Puzzled, she moved the phone away so she could see who’d called. Harrison’s name glowing up at her from the screen startled her so much she nearly dropped the phone. “Harrison?” she said, confirming what her eyes saw, but her mind couldn’t make itself believe.
    “Why do you sound like me calling is the most unlikely thing to ever happen?” he asked. “I stole your number fair and square, which means I’m within my rights to use it.” His teasing tone made her stomach flip.
    How could just hearing his voice make her feel all melty? She wasn’t even sure she could get air to move past her vocal cords. She tried though. A barely perceptible squeak came out.
    “You there?” His voice was warm and rich.
    “I’m here,” she said.
    “So I’ve been thinking that maybe when you’re done at your mom’s, we could get some dessert or go for another walk or something. I don’t mind if it’s late. Or maybe I could go to your mom’s house and help with stuff there. I’m great at doing dishes.”
    She smiled in spite of herself and pulled onto her mom’s street. “Doing dishes or breaking dishes?” she asked.
    “Hey, the broken dishes were the fault of the other person. Remember?”
    Emma hadn’t actually meant Andrea when she