Page 22 of Undone

The PR company his brother hired had done a great job of spreading the word to the right audience. He was relieved that every room and cabin was now booked for the grand opening week. The money that would bring in was sorely needed.

Just like today, he and his siblings needed to make sure everything went smoothly all next week. The first week couldpossibly make or break the resort. They needed to start out strong and remain flexible enough to make changes, if necessary, even if on the fly.

One day he hoped to be busy enough they wouldn’t have to pay a PR company at all and could rely on only word of mouth advertising. Realistically though, he knew that might take a while. A year or maybe even two.

The PR company also found a few social media influencers to bring in for the opening week and recommended to comp their stay. He agreed with the hope it would pay off.

A movement out of the corner of his eye had him glancing toward the spa building located behind the event hall.

He narrowed his eyes on the tall, dark and very handsome man with an arm thrown over the shoulders of the woman in a bright yellow sundress, walking hip to hip with him.

Ford Harris and Erin Hart.

His chest tightened. He did not expect to see her here today. But here she was, wearing a sexy sundress, her signature cowboy boots and a blinding smile as she stared up at Ford.

For fuck’s sake.

He’d appear like a deer caught in headlights if anyone asked him a question right now. He’d lost track of what the group was discussing because Ford and Erin were now heading their way. They probably didn’t realize he was in the group. Or maybe they did and simply didn’t care.

But to his eyes, as he watched the exchange between his ex-girlfriend and his general contractor, they looked like a couple.

“Excuse me,” he muttered, leaving the group.

“It’s crazy. I don’t even recognize this farm anymore,” he heard her say as he got closer.

He stepped into their path, blocking it. “That was the point.”

They both stopped abruptly. Ford dropped his arm from around her shoulders and his expression closed up while hers became guarded.

That couldn’t be a sign of guilt, could it? Had they been hiding their relationship from him?

He waved a finger between the two. “I didn’t realize you two knew each other.” Or were close enough friends to be touching like they had been.

Ford wasn’t born in Fisher Falls like Erin and Dylan. From what he knew, the contractor moved to the area about fifteen years ago to start his business.

Why in Fisher Falls, Dylan had no idea, but he’d been grateful to find someone local to pull off what Ford did in a short amount of time.

Erin’s cheeks became flushed. “We… uh…”

“Dated,” Ford volunteered.

Dylan’s eyes narrowed on his contractor. “Before, during or after her marriage to Hart?”

Erin sucked in a breath.

Ford’s tense jaw shifted. “Unnecessary.”

It was, and Dylan’s unfiltered question made him sound like a jealous asshole. Since it was too late to take it back, he moved on. “Dated. As in past tense?”

“We enjoy each other’s company,” Ford answered between clenched teeth. He turned to Erin. “Sorry, darlin’, I’m tired. I’m going to head out. Do you want me to walk you to your car?”

Her face dropped. “I thought you were going to finish showing me around?”

Ford’s gaze sliced from her to Dylan and back in an unspoken message.

Before he could answer, Dylan offered, “I can finish giving her the tour if you need to leave.”

After a slight hesitation, Ford asked Erin, “Are you okay with that?”

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