Or maybe Daniel wouldn’t want that. Maybe he’d want his wife and kids to walk away from the Chambers family and never speak to them again.

She’d never know.

“So how do we fix it?” Duncan asked. “We’d like your help improving our community relations, restoring our reputation. We want to do good on the island.”

“You do,” she said. “The haunted house at Halloween. The Valentine’s Day dance.”

“You’re right, we do, but I’d like to go above and beyond. Is there something more we can do to increase visibility, connect with people on a personal level?”

Louisa sometimes felt like an idea machine. While she didn’t always know how to go about implementing things, she never wanted for good ideas. She’d always considered that her one true talent.

“What if you did a fundraiser for the Wirth family?” she suggested.

“A fundraiser?” Duncan looked intrigued.

“Sure,” she said. “Someone organized a clambake for them when the accident first happened, but it’s been months of medical bills, and I’m sure they could use the extra support.”

“What kind of fundraiser?”

Louisa didn’t often organize fundraisers. Her business was more about arranging Nantucket dream vacations—fishing excursions and delightful accommodations—or finding the perfect chef to cater a party, those kinds of things. People hired The Good Life for any number of tasks—Alyssa coordinated many of the daily errands they were contracted to do. One client had hired them to arrange his move off the island to South Carolina. Another one hired them to oversee the design aspects of her home renovation.

“Let me give it some thought,” she said. “I’ll talk with my team—” the “team” consisted of her and Alyssa, but they didn’t need to know that—“and get back to you in the next day or so?”

Duncan nodded. “You can send your ideas to Cody. Or maybe you two could just get together again in a few days? I’ve put him in charge of this project, so he’ll be your contact.”

She glanced at Cody, who looked like he’d rather be having his wisdom teeth extracted. Handsome, friendly, jovial Master Chief Duncan McGreery had made crotchety, crusty Cody Boggs the face of the United States Coast Guard on Nantucket? Should she tell him it was a mistake?

Louisa and Ally prided themselves on being able to handle just about anything that came their way—and they dealt with a lot of difficult personalities. Still, she’d bet money that working alongside Cody would be her biggest challenge yet.