Holly
The plan had seemed so straightforward, at first. Renovate the inn as best she could afford to.
Implement a handful of new concepts gleaned from her years in the hospitality industry.
Try to spark new interest in the old inn, so that Francine would never have to entertain the offer Mr. Sullio had made.
Now, here she was, waist-deep in all of it.
Yet instead of feeling like the leader she wanted to be to her staff, she’d been reduced to school-girl status by a run-in with none other than Ben Walters.
Who was not only back, but apparently a lawyer turned shellfish farmer. How was that for a plot twist?
When she drifted to sleep she dreamed of floating in a Boston Whaler, the sun beating down overhead, the only sound being the gentle slap of water against the bow as they drifted across the bay.