A Sweetheart For The Single Dad (The Camdens Of Colorado Book 8) Read Online Free PDF Page A

house it belonged to, by righting an overturned lawn chair, by doing whatever small thing she could when she encountered it.
    Fences were also casualties at many houses and a humorously ferocious Yorkshire terrier leashed to a post let them know he would rather have been free to run around the yard that could no longer contain him—or at least that was Sawyer’s interpretation of the yipping that greeted them.
    Worse than the houses whose owners were clearly having trouble maintaining them was the small shopping center they came to late in the evening. Darkness was just beginning to fall and they’d come almost full circle when Sawyer stopped to point it out.
    The shopping center was downhill from where they stood so they could look out over the entire area. There were four buildings with multiple storefronts in each one, all of them vacant. Windows were broken in or boarded up. Graffiti, litter, cracked pavement and the signs of general decay made the whole thing an ugly blot on the landscape. Worse, it was a gathering spot for some unsavory-looking teenagers currently loitering there.
    “This place is the most direct result of your store,” Sawyer said. “Before there was a Camden Superstore there were tenants in every one of those storefronts. Now they’ve all gone broke or moved. We’ve requested that the Urban Renewal Authority come in and make it a revitalization project but so far they haven’t agreed and this is what the area is left with.”
    There was no denying how bad it was, so Lindie didn’t try. And despite the guilt she felt, she said, “It isn’t our goal to do damage to any community. We always go into an area conscientiously and we do everything we can not to cause problems. We make offers to small businesses to buy them out but if they refuse and then can’t compete and go broke, or if they accept and the buildings that housed them get abandoned—”
    “It ends up like this,” he concluded, not letting her off the hook. “And it lowers the value of every piece of property around it.”
    “We can’t go in and buy every house that might decrease in value because another part of town booms and theirs busts,” she argued. But even though she knew the words were true, they didn’t make her feel any less terrible about what she was seeing tonight.
    “No. But, for instance, you could have bought those buildings down there and offered the businesses in them rents reduced enough to let them survive. You could have introduced a program to bring in businesses and shops that offered products or services that didn’t have to compete with Camden Superstores. You could have offered existing business owners other avenues—retraining or something that kept their doors open
somehow
. That kept this area alive. Instead it’s just decimated and all because of you.”
    “Those are suggestions I can make! Things I can push for in the future—”
    “Uh-huh. And
maybe
you’ll come through. Or maybe, if you shut me up, you don’t have to bother. That is why I’ll never take you on as a client. It’s why I won’t stop warning communities that this is what can happen when you come in. Why not only won’t I stop trying to protect areas and residents from the residual havoc you wreak but why I sure as hell won’t work
for
you and end up a part of the problem!”
    “If you worked for us maybe you could be the one to push us to take your suggestions.”
    “Sure,” he said, his tone making it clear he wasn’t buying that for a minute.
    Lindie didn’t give up. “Maybe you could keep on top of the problems when they develop, before they get to this point, and bring them to our attention.”
    “Oh, very slick,” he said as they moved on, returning to the community center parking lot. “And once I’m on your payroll it would mean my job if I made a stink and refused to spout the company line. Again—not a chance,” he repeated as they reached the driver’s side of her car and stopped.
    “Did