Page 24 of The Bear's Mail Order Mate

Side by side, they sank deeper into conversation, as they discussed a plan of action, getting the structure assessed, electrical and plumbing upgrades lined up, and permits filed. Kris watched Cassia’s face light up as she talked about the kitchen layout, her hands gesturing animatedly.

Through it all, his bear hovered in his mind, quietly humming its contentment.

He was about to mention an idea for an open kitchen concept—something that let diners see how the chef worked with fresh local ingredients—when the barn door creaked. Sunlight spilled in, framing three familiar silhouettes. He’d been so enraptured by Cassia he had not sensed his mom, dad and Philip approaching.

“Are we interrupting?” Leanne asked as they stepped inside. “Finn just left so we thought we would come and find you.”

Cassia straightened, pressing her notepad to her side. Kris sensed a hint of nerves in her posture—how she squared her shoulders, her eyes darting quickly to him as if seeking reassurance.

“No, of course not,” Kris said. “We were just discussing the plans Finn drew up.”

Introduce her properly,his bear urged.She’s ours, let her feel that she’s among family.

“This is Cassia,” Kris said, sticking close to his mate, not wanting her to feel outnumbered.

“Hello, Cassia. I’m Leanne, Kris’s mom.” Leanne flashed her a reassuring smile.

“I’m Hugo.” Hugo gave a brief wave.

“And I am Philip.” Philip nodded and then cracked a grin. “You’ve caused quite a stir.”

“In a good way,” Hugo added quickly.

“Yes, we’ve talked and talked about renovating this place and expanding, but we never got around to it,” Leanne said as she looked up at the beamed ceilings. “But it sure has potential.”

“It’s a wonderful space,” she said, her voice gaining confidence as she spoke. “It would be perfect for a farm-to-table concept. The location, the history, the connection to the vineyard—it all tells a story that guests will love being part of.”

Hugo glanced at Leanne and reached for her hand. “Our story, I like that.”

Leanne squeezed his hand, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “It has been a journey, one I have loved sharing with you.”

Kris watched his parents exchange that look they’d had for as long as he could remember—that silent communication that came from decades of partnership. Something inside him ached with longing. Would he and Cassia have that someday?

His bear rumbled with certainty.We will.

“I’d love to hear more about that story,” Cassia said, clearing her throat. “The more I understand about the vineyard’s roots, the better I can honor it in the restaurant.”

Philip whistled low. “Oh, she’s good, Kris. Smart lady.”

Cassia blushed, and Kris stepped closer to her, a protective instinct he couldn’t quite suppress.

“We have albums and albums of photos,” Leanne said, her eyes lighting up. “Throughout the early years, all the way to now.”

“And stories,” Hugo added. “Plenty of those, too.”

“I’d love to see them,” Cassia said. “And hear them. There’s so much I need to learn—about local produce, the flavors people here expect…or what might be new and exciting.”

Philip flashed a grin. “The soil up here’s amazing. We could always branch out and grow some produce and Dad’s got connections with local farmers. We can get you everything from fresh vegetables to honey if you want to go that route.”

“It would be wonderful to showcase the town and the people who live here.” Cassia smiled, her enthusiasm contagious. “I’m thinking of a seasonal menu that rotates with what’s available locally. It creates anticipation and keeps things fresh.”

“And pairs perfectly with our wine schedule,” Kris added, unable to keep the pride from his voice. “Each season brings distinct notes to the forefront.”

“Exactly!” Cassia’s eyes met his, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the barn.

And in that moment he got a glimpse of their future, of the deep bond he’d seen his parents share his whole life.

“Shall we show them Finn’s plan?” Cassia asked, an undercurrent of excitement in her tone.

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