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“Every second, huh?” Ronnie snickered. “Sounds like you made some time for fun.”
Bailey laughed. “You think I took time off to fall in love? Nah. Drew works here.”
“Nooo.”
“Yep.”
Ronnie fell back onto the bed, feeling lighter—and younger—than she had in quite a while. “Okay, now I have to hear the whole story.”
“I’ll spill all the tea, I promise. But…I need to see you! When can you escape the bridal zone?”
Ronnie chuckled. “The bridal zone. I like that. How’d you know Margot’s completely obsessed?”
“Trust me, we’ve hosted enough weddings here at the inn that I can spot a bridezilla a mile away.”
They were both laughing as Ronnie regaled her with some of Margot’s more insane ideas.
“Does she think you’re a Rockefeller?” Bailey asked.
“Who knows?” Ronnie grinned up at her poster. “But the point is, she’s lost her mind, and I would love nothing more than to escape this madhouse. Plus, I can’t wait to see your inn. I’ve seen pictures, but I’m sure they don’t do it justice.”
“They definitely don’t. You must come visit. How soon can you get here?”
Chapter Fourteen
Willow blew a blonde curl out of her face as she dragged another crate toward the door.
Of all the stupid excuses she could have come up with, she’d opted for grueling manual labor.
Way to go, Willow.
She straightened and looked around. It was worth it, though. She could see why Bailey and Drew were so obsessed with their plans. It was pretty cool to watch this old place come back to life—one dusty floorboard at a time.
“Looking good, huh?” Dallas crossed his arms and perused the cabin with a look of pride that echoed what she was feeling. “It’s kinda nice to be working with my hands.”
Willow pretended to be confused. “You don’t get to do much manual labor sitting in that big fancy office of yours?”
“Not as much as you’d think,” he shot back.
“Shocking.”
“Right?”
“Well, I work with my hands all the time, but not like this.” She nodded with satisfaction as she surveyed their work. She adopted a silly old-man accent. “You done good, kid.”
“Kid?” He ruffled her hair like she was twelve. “Who you calling kid?”
She swatted him away, and he laughed. Then he headed toward the pile of debris they’d collected by the door. “Guess I’ll start taking some of the bigger pieces down the hill.”
He hoisted the bedframe, and when he turned, one corner hit the wall. “Shoot.”
“Don’t worry about it. Drew’s going to do a major overhaul in here anyway.” She shooed him off. “I’ll pick up the rest.”
Once she was alone, Willow scanned the room, trying to figure out what to do next. What would be most helpful for Bailey and Drew?
She squinted, trying to see the room through their eyes, all the potential Bailey was always talking about. And to Willow’s surprise—she saw it.
Once it was cleaned up with new walls, a fresh coat of paint, a luxurious bed and some curtains, maybe a cozy rug in front of the fire…
