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“Okay, so no staff dinner, but we could have card night out at the staff house,” I added.

Daphne rolled her eyes. “I think we should have card night over here. It used to be a guy thing.”

“Yeah, they stopped when I moved in,” Harley interjected. “Let's start hosting it once a week.”

“Works for me.” I glanced over at Harley. The second her eyes met mine, it felt as if a sizzle zipped through the air between us.

ChapterFour

HARLEY

“What do you mean? Like that?” Gemma asked, clicking on a button on her computer screen.

“Just like that,” I confirmed.

“Oh, well that’s easy.” Her eyes twinkled when she smiled over at me. “Do you really think I need a website?”

“Yes. That way, new people can find you, and customers can pay online. It's much easier. I promise.”

“Thank you for doing this for me.” She brushed her honeyed curls away from her cheeks.

“It's no big deal. You're family.”

Gemma grinned over at me before glancing at Daphne. “She’s the best almost sister-in-law I could ask for.”

“Same,” I returned as Daphne nodded in agreement.

Gemma, with her curls and blue eyes, was perfect for my brother. She was a soft edge to him. As a yoga teacher with a warm and kind personality, she was a good counterpart to his gruff but soft heart. Diego loved hard, and he deserved someone like Gemma.

I leaned back. “Let me finish up the back end.”

I slid the laptop across the table to me. Her website was pretty simple with a basic about page for her and a calendar for her yoga classes. It allowed people to select times and sign up and pay right there.

“People can still pay when they show up for class, but this way, it's all set up in there for you. The system automatically tracks it and does your monthly accounting.”

“Oh, that’s amazing.” She pressed her palm to her chest, letting out a sigh. “This is going to make it so much easier for me.”

“That was the plan,” I replied with a grin.

She leaned back in her chair, smiling. “Thank goodness for you. I'm not that tech savvy. There's no way I could set up a website.”

“I got you on this. I'll make it so you can update it on your own if you'd like, but I will always do it if you need my help.”

“Thank you. I will probably never update it unless you tell me I need to.”

Cammi, a friend and the owner of Misty Mountain Café where we were meeting, approached, and replied to Gemma's comment, “She made my website too. I'm not updating it without her help.”

She stopped by our table, smiling at us. “How's it going, ladies?”

“Good. You weren't here when we came in,” Daphne replied.

“I had to run to the bank because we were short on cash for change. I have to get back in the habit of stopping by the bank almost daily during the summer.”

Daphne let out a sigh. “That is one thing I don't mind not worrying about.”

Cammi snagged an empty chair from a nearby table and sat down with us. “What do you mean?”

“Not worrying about all the cash,” Daphne replied. “I love being the chef at the lodge. I just cook for the guests and staff. I don't have to handle bills or tips or anything.”

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