Page 65 of Three Hearts Hideaway

She rolled the idea around in her mind, letting it percolate. Moving to Little Greenfield. Living with Roman and Logan. Permanently. The idea definitely terrified and thrilled her at the same time. Here were two good men—dreamy men—who accepted her for who she was. They wanted to live with her, be with her, share her in every way.

It was so different to how she lived her life until that point. But a change would be good. New boyfriends—plural. New town, new house, new…job?

No way she would let Roman and Logan foot the bill for everything. She needed to contribute just as much as they did. “What am I going to do for work?”

Roman’s face lit up. “Well, we have an idea, don’t we, Logey? Didn’t I say this would work out?”

Logan pointed his fork at him. “Not that I had any doubts to begin with.”

She glanced between them. “What are you two talking about?”

“Well”—a shit-eating grin spread across Roman’s face—“Logan handles construction. He built the bed and breakfast, with a little help from me. I already own and run the pub, which I’ll be taking a step back from, so I know the administrative side of a business. We need someone who knows how to market a bed and breakfast. Create advertisements, run campaigns, bring in customers. You’ve already started helping us with that, but does it sound like something you’d be interested in long-term?”

Ava beamed. Her chest felt lighter than it had in days. “I could do that. I could definitely do that. There’s one problem, though.”

Roman’s eyes narrowed. “What is it? I know it’s a start-up, but we will make enough to pay us all eventually, and until then, we can?—”

“Not that, silly.” Ava giggled. “How can I market a bed and breakfast with no name?”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You scared me for a second. I’ve suggested plenty of names. It’s this one”—he pointed a finger in Logan’s direction—“who won’t agree on any of them.”

“Can I hear some?”

“No way,” Logan said. “They’re way too terrible to be uttered aloud in this house again. Don’t embarrass yourself.” He gave Roman a pointed stare.

Now she had to know. “They can’t be that bad.”

“They are. Not a word, Banks.”

“We’ll think of something, love. Don’t you worry.”

Worry was the furthest thing from her mind. She could have a life here. A real, enjoyable, love-filled life in Little Greenfield. The town was so much smaller than the big city she was used to, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

Adorable shops lined Main Street. A fishing competition brought in tourists. She’d have to figure out new events for othertimes in the year to bring more people here. The locals would appreciate more business on the regular, no doubt. There was good food, good drinks—that gin could bring in a crowd all on its own—and good people. Marketing would be a cinch.

The B&B was gorgeous. Rustic and cozy, and she would make sure it had the best amenities a guest could hope for. Not only would guests love it here, but she would too. She already did. This felt like home. It had from the first day she set foot inside, but she hadn’t realized it then.

A newfound energy coursed through her veins. Brainstorming a winter event to draw people to town, and starting an advertising campaign would be her top priorities.

“Can we make a plan tonight? Of what we need to do in order to get to opening day?” She leaned forward eagerly, hoping they’d agree to get going as soon as possible.

Roman nodded. “That’s a great idea. We can see what we have left to do and nail down a marketing strategy for our grand opening in January. What do you say, Logan?”

“I had a different idea for how I’d spend the night.” Logan laced his fingers through hers. The heat in his eyes sent a clear message.

“Down, boy. I am way too spent to have any kind ofdifferent ideahappen to me.”

“Fine,” Logan huffed, removing his hand from hers. “We’ll spend the night planning for the business. But my idea was going to be way more fun.”

Ava gathered the dishes and clicked her tongue at him on the way to the sink. “Maybe we can try your idea next week.”

“Next week?” Logan slumped in his seat.

She burst out laughing. Roman’s throaty chuckle joined hers.

“Okay, not next week, but give me a few days. You both ruined me today, and I need to recuperate.” She fixed him with a sharp stare.

Logan threw up his hands in defeat. “I relent.”

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