Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I like Connor, but he’s a third-generation hotelier. Hospitality is in his blood. I just have eight rental cabins with a view.
“I have questions,” he says, so I step inside.
“Shoot.”
“Are all of these the same size?” he asks.
“No. This one sleeps four. I have a few that sleep two and one that sleeps up to six.”
He nods and leans on the marble countertop of the island.
“How much do you have invested in these?”
I narrow my eyes on him.
“I’m just curious.”
“About two million.”
He nods slowly. “You did a good job with these, Beckett. Skyla was right. They feel luxurious and would bring in clientele from all walks of life.”
“Would you stay here?” I ask him, crossing my arms over my chest. “You say all walks of life, but you’re telling me a billionaire would rent this place?”
“I wouldn’t hesitate because of the accommodations,” he replies. “But I wouldn’t stay here because you don’t have a lodge that offers room service and concierge services. Staying in this cabin, for example, would be perfectly acceptable to me if I want to go camping.”
I snort out a laugh, and he shrugs.
“I’m not kidding. This would be like camping for me, or as close to it as I’d want to get. But again, that’s just me. I know plenty of very wealthy people who’d snatch this up in a heartbeat because they don’t give a shite about room service. They prefer to be left alone. They may ask you to stock the kitchen for them, but that would be that.”
I nod, thinking it over. “Makes sense.”
My phone rings in my pocket, and I scowl when I check the screen.
“Uh, sorry, I have to take this.”
“No problem.”
I step outside and accept the call. “Hello?”
“Um, hi, Beckett, this is Juliet. Brooks’s ex.”
The hell? Why is my brother’s ex-girlfriend calling me?
“Of course, I know who you are, Jules. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised to hear from you.”
Brooks is going to blow a gasket when I tell him.
“Yeah, I know, and I hope I’m not making this too awkward, but I have a couple of questions for you.”
“Okay.” I shove my free hand in my pocket and stare at the moose still standing in the field. “What’s up?”
I have no idea why she’d be calling me. We weren’t particularly close when she and Brooks were together, and when they broke up, there was no question as to where our loyalties lay.
And it wasn’t with her.
“Well, I’m going to be opening a new eatery in Bitterroot Valley, and my specialty is going to be farm-to-table food. Organic, gluten-free, with a clean kitchen.”
“Shouldn’t all kitchens be clean? I mean, I’m no restaurant expert, but—”
She chuckles. “I mean that it will be safe for people with food sensitivities like celiac disease.”
That grabs my interest. Does she know that Birdie was diagnosed with celiac earlier this year?
“I want to use as much local food as I can,” she continues. “And I’m making a list of vendors to buy from. I’d like to buy all of my dairy products from you.”
“I don’t see why that would be a problem.” I always have enough on hand for new customers, and with enough notice, I can adjust accordingly.
She’s quiet for a moment, then lets out a gusty sigh. “You don’t think Brooks would freak out if my restaurant serves Blackwell Dairy products?”
“Brooks is a grown man, Jules.”
There’s another pause.
“How is he, Beck?”
I remember how angry Brooks got at his garage when I mentioned her.
You’ll keep her name out of your mouth.
He’s not okay where she’s concerned, but that’s not my story to tell.
“Brooks is great,” I reply because aside from the shit that went down between them, it’s not a lie. “But I won’t tell him you said hi. When are you moving back to town?”
“In a few months. I need to come home.”
“Well, good luck with the new business. When you can, let’s meet up and work out quantities and delivery schedules and all that stuff. My guess is that you’d need to give about a thirty-day heads-up so I can have everything you need on hand. But we can fine-tune that when we get closer.”
“I can do that. Thanks, Beckett. I’ll see you later.”
“Bye, Jules.”
I hang up and let out a breath. Jesus, Brooks is going to be a dick about this, but I have to let him know.
Today.
At dinner.
Fucking awesome.
“Who the feck is Jules?” Connor asks as he steps out of the cabin behind me. “And do I have to break your legs?”
I shake my head and push my phone into my pocket. “Fuck, no. Jules is my brother’s ex, and she’s going to open a new restaurant in town. She wanted to know if she could buy her dairy from me. I don’t see a problem with that, but I’ll have to tell Brooks.”