When she continued to just look at him, dumbstruck, he took her hand and brought her to the coffee table, where indeed there were mock-ups of everything spread out in front of her, looking official and . . . damn. Amazing.

“I’ve got the website up as well.” He picked up his tablet and showed it to her. “No one else can see it, but I’ve got a tentative schedule mapped out and we already have customers.”

“What? How?”

“Answering phones at the marina. I met an old military friend of Cam’s. The guy sends people on corporate retreats. They’re always looking for something private, something preferably on the water, something that isn’t too close to a big town to give a sense of team building, and guess what? This place checks all the boxes for them. Cam also has a travel-service buddy and said he’d hook me up with him too, who’d recommend us to his clients. It’s a shoo-in, Piper.” He let out a rough laugh. “How often can any of the three of us say we’ve ever been a shoo-in for anything?”

She stared down at the gorgeous picture of the house they stood in, the cottages, the lake, the hills, the yard lit with the strings of white lights she’d had up since Christmas. But that wasn’t what she was thinking about. She was thinking about Cam helping Gavin find his way. And Emmitt being so helpful to Winnie. Seemed the Hayes men were also fixers.

But in a much better way than she’d ever been. They were constructive about it, not having to control every single thing. In fact, Cam, the master of self-control, never actually tried to control anything around him.

There was something to be learned from that, she knew, but hell if she could figure it out at the moment. She felt befuddled, probably from all the orgasms, but also probably from a nagging sense that while her life was still on the tracks, somehow she’d gotten off at the wrong station.

“I think the words you’re looking for are wow and amazing,” Gavin said.

“Okay, yes, both of those things. It was nice of Cam to help.”

“He said he can see all the things he didn’t do right with Rowan, and he’s trying to fix some wrongs.”

Piper worked hard at swallowing a huge lump in her throat and failed, so she turned away.

Gavin turned her back to him, and swore at the glimmer of tears. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, with no little amount of panic.

She blinked rapidly. “Nothing!”

He looked pained. “Hell, Piper, I didn’t mean to make you cry. Shit. Forget it. Forget all of it, it’s just a pet project I work on when I can’t sleep—”