Page 3 of Made for You

“Sure. I can add that to my list. I’ll go by tomorrow when I’m in town.” I shuffle my feet, kicking at the legs of the desk she’s working on.

“Got something else you want to ask me?” She raises a brow at me.

“What do you think about doing a package for Valentine’s Day?” I ask sheepishly. I tried to bring this up to Pops years ago and he actually laughed at me.

“Who would want that, son? You think the men are going to book for their women and want to add on that feminine shit?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, maybe a discount on the rooms, we can have add-on packages for a picnic in the cove. Roman has the extraigloos we could buy or rent from him for cheap, set one or two up on the cove for private lunches or dinners. I could get Roman to cater the meals. Maybe he could even cater one at the main inn and fill up some tables with locals.” I shrug my shoulders.

“Liam! Who knew you were so romantic. I love that idea! Let’s grab an igloo today and shoot some content with Willow and G before they leave tomorrow. Then we can make up some graphics and posts for you to use.” She pulls out her phone and starts typing away. “I can run down to see Rome in a bit. I’ve got to grab some invoices from him anyway.”

I assume she sent a text summoning Willow since she walks through the door not thirty seconds later.

“What’s this I hear? We have a little romantic on our hands?” Willow places her arm around my shoulder.

I grunt back in return. But internally I’m beaming with pride that they love this idea.

“Come on girl, let’s go. Roman is at the bar so we can go grab that igloo.” Emma closes her books and stands.

“You know Gunnar is going to brag about what a good idea those were right? Are you prepared for the gloating by asking him to participate?”

Emma and I both roll our eyes, Gunnar doesn’t need anymore bragging rights.

“He’s not the only one to think of those.” I say defensively before leaving the office in search of coffee. My time of waking before the sun, coupled with my brothers’ need to work late into the night has me struggling.

When the girls get back from Rebels, our local brewery owned by our friend Roman, Emma comes to find me in thebarn. I built some stuff for my cabin, and she convinced me to make the headboards for all of the rooms. They’re all made of reclaimed barn wood from the area in varying shades cut into a herringbone pattern with a frame surrounding it. We can place them directly onto the walls, preventing people from slamming into them and saving us the headache of more repairs to the walls.

When we started moving beds out of the rooms for renovation we found holes in most of the walls right where the headboards were hitting. Gunnar and Willow were the ones who told us to look into that. That raised a few brows and made Willow’s cheeks redden. When Emma agreed, I was ready to punch whoever the fuck was touching her that she would know about that and under my damn roof!

Emma runs her hand over the final product, “Wow, Liam, these are so beautiful.” She inspects each piece of wood that I placed. “Why didn’t you ever go into woodworking full time instead?”

“It’s just a hobby. I just haven’t really made time for it lately until we needed stuff for the inn and we couldn’t afford new furniture. I was too busy just trying to stay afloat.” I put my safety goggles up on the shelf, along with the saw.

“Well, you should make some more furniture and place price tags on it for the inn. People would love that and they would for sure buy the pieces.”

“I’ll think about it. You're the only one who knows where the furniture comes from. Let’s get through the renovations first and then we can think about it.” I lug the piece that I stained yesterday over to the other table for me to coat with polyurethane.

“You know you’re amazing right?” Emma places her hand on my forearm when I’m done washing my hands, looking at me with her sad doe eyes.

“Sure.” I don’t want her pity. “Come on, let’s go find these two before they decide to test out the igloo for something we can’t post online or want to see.” I crinkle my nose at the thought.

Emma hops on the back of my four wheeler and we get to the steps leading to the cove much faster than if we trekked across the property. We have fifty acres sprawled across the cliffs. So getting from one end to the other can take some time on foot.

Willow and Gunnar are cuddled up in the chairs at the top of the stairs by the fire pit for the main inn.

I furrow my brows at the sight of them snuggled under blankets and leaning in close together.

I want that. I want to find someone to share my life with. But where do I meet them? I rarely leave the inn, and if I do, they’re here on vacation. Not that the occasional vacation one night stand doesn’t work in my favor at times.

“Stop growling at the couple in love,” Emma whispers before walking over to them.

“Whatever. Let’s get this done so I can finish the headboards and get them inside,” I grumble.

I pretty much have nothing to do with this content. I don’t know why Emma insisted I be here. She keeps asking me about the vibe. Like I know what that is.

I’ve never gotten to plan a Valentine’s Day date, so how am I supposed to know if she created the vibe? I just sawthe idea on social media, and I know Roman had a lot of requests for private meals at his brewery last winter.

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