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)
“It doesn’t matter who she is,” Blake says with a shrug as he shoves his phone in his pocket and returns to stirring the sauce. I may be madly in love with my Beckett, but I’m not blind, and all of these brothers are handsome. With a capital H. “She won’t be around long.”
“He’s so romantic,” Bee says, shaking her head. “I’m so proud of his playboy ways.”
Connor smirks at that, and I blink at him. My brother doesn’t laugh at much. He’s always so serious. I love that the Blackwells bring out the humor in all of us. They’re good for us.
“And what did you think of the cabins then, Connor?” I ask him.
“You were right, they’re beautiful. That view is … bloody amazing. And I’ve been thinking about an idea.”
Beckett’s eyebrows climb. “Okay.”
“You and Skyla have both mentioned that it hasn’t been easy for you with destructive and annoying guests. That’s going to happen, but I’m sure you feel it harder with only having a few rentals.”
“Go on,” Beck replies, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Something that we’ve wanted to do with Dreams for Kids is have a place, like this if I’m being honest, where families can come to decompress. To play. To spend time together and enjoy something that they wouldn’t normally be able to, especially before their wee one passes away.”
My heart flutters. Oh, this would be the perfect spot for this idea.
“What if, instead of continuing to rent your cabins out to anyone and everyone, you contracted with Dreams for Kids and other similar charities?”
Beckett frowns, dragging his hand over his beard, clearly thinking it over.
“I can’t honestly afford to give them away for free. A few weeks a year, sure, but I depend on the income from those units.”
“I’m sorry,” Connor replies, shaking his head. “I’m not suggesting you should offer them for free. The foundations would pay you the nightly rates. It would be free for the families, but you would still be paid.”
“And he could do that year-round?” Billie asks, tapping her lips with her finger. “Do you think there would be that much interest?”
“I can guarantee you’d have a waiting list,” Connor replies, holding Billie’s gaze for a few seconds longer than necessary.
Is it a wee bit hot in here, or is it just me?
It’s not just me because I notice Bee’s blushing, too.
“If these are sick children,” Blake cuts in, leaning against the counter, “they may need medical care while they’re here. Would you have a team for that? Do they have hospice doctors and nurses who travel with them?”
I love that all of Beck’s family is here to ask these questions, and I know there will be more, but there’s no one better than my brother to answer.
“Some travel with their own care team,” Connor replies. My brother’s super casual today, in jeans and a T-shirt, and I like seeing him like this. It’s rare. “Some may need emergency care here, but there’s a hospital in town.”
Blake hums, and I can see the wheels turning in his head.
“It’s an idea I thought I’d toss out there.” Connor shrugs. “I know that you’ve not enjoyed the guest side of things, Beckett. This could be an answer to that.”
“I definitely want to think on this more.” Beckett nods. “Because it could be something great. We could probably hire a couple of guys to offer horseback rides, and if the families are interested, we could give them a tour of the dairy side.”
“Beckett, this could be exactly what it was meant to be all along.” I nod as the idea takes root in my mind. “What a special thing to offer people who desperately need something happy in their lives. There’s nothing like that view.”
He’s already nodding, giving me that special smile. “Yeah. We’ll talk, Irish.”
“Connor,” I say, leaning on the counter, “how long are you in town for this time?”
“After I wrap things up in Miami and Dublin? Indefinitely.”
My jaw drops, but Billie goes pale, and her body jerks in surprise.
“Really? Don’t you have properties in Bermuda to oversee or something?” I ask.
“Not right now.” My brother shakes his head. “Now that the sale has gone through, I can tell you that I bought the ski resort. We’ll be tearing everything down and building from the ground up. It’ll be a Gallagher resort.”
I clap my hands, so excited by this news. “That’s brilliant. I knew that it would be perfect for you. So you’ll be here to oversee the whole build?”
“Aye, I will,” he says with a nod, and I’m pleased to see that everyone here looks happy by the news. “And I can talk with you, Beckett, about your cabins.”
I should say that everyone looks happy except Bee.
“How long will the build take, do you think?” I ask Connor, not taking my eyes off my best friend.