“What did you want with her?” I try to keep my tone light, but the truth is that I do want to know where she went. The desire isn’t entirely work-appropriate.

“Whoa, boy.” Beau raises both hands in the air. “It’s not for any nefarious purposes, I can assure you of that.”

I settle back down into my chair, trying to appear completely casual. He’s right. I’ve never once pretended to be so possessive over one of my employees. “Something to do with an event?’

His expression settles, his forehead wrinkling. “Actually, yeah. I know she’s only been here a couple of days, but I think we should coordinate.”

“Coordinate?’

“For my events. It makes sense to have someone with photography experience in attendance. We could hire someone from the outside, but that would mean—”

“That would mean it’s a hard no,” Charlie pipes in.

Both of us stop to look at him, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He keeps peering down at the pages he’s sorting through in his folder. “What do you mean, Charlie?”

He glances up at me. “Only that I came here to recommend that we start tightening our belts.”

That phrase causes a tightening in my chest. “When it comes to photography, or...?”

“When it comes to the resort.” Charlie meets my eyes for the first time. “Our father was many things, but one of his talents was running this property on a razor-thin margin. In my opinion, it’s entirely too thin. We don’t have enough wiggle room to continue spending on frivolous expenses.”

“It’s not a frivolous expense to promote my events,” Beau says, sounding not the least bit bewildered by Charlie’s comment. “They’re the social centerpiece of—”

“That’s what I’m saying.” Charlie has no qualms about interrupting his twin brother. “If we don’t rein in spending, there won’t be a resort to have a social centerpiece.”

“Why didn’t you say anything about this sooner?” This is the part that’s pissing me off. “I wouldn’t have hired extra hands this season.”

Charlie shakes his head. “I didn’t realize the full extent of it until this morning. Since Dad died, records have been a seat-of-the-pants kind of affair, which doesn’t exactly lend itself to cogent analysis. Now that I have a capable pair of accountants trained to work with me on this, it’s all becoming clear.”

This is not the meeting I thought I’d be having when I left Jenny to work her social media magic. Now the stakes seem even higher. “Is that a report for me?”

“Yeah.” Charlie tosses the folder onto my desk. “Have a look for yourself.”