“I was under the impression she can’t live here. Her life’s in St. Christophe.”

“It is, but that doesn’t mean she can’t spend time out here.” He reached for another stake. “All I know is that it can’t happen unless she can do her work here.”

“I don’t get it.” Even so, Will counted off the steps before jamming another stake into the ground. “This isn’t fucking Field of Dreams. If you build it, she will stay. Why not figure things out with her first before you build a lab?”

“What am I going to do? Just let her go home? Someone has to make a move. So, that’s what I’m doing. I’m showing her that, no matter what, we’re going to be together. Even if we have to have homes in both countries.”

“You’d move to Europe?”

The mid-morning sun slanted at just the right angle to make the snow at the top of the mountains sparkle. A hawk soared over head, and the wind carried the scent of pine and sage. He’d traveled the world, and he couldn’t imagine living anywhere but here. Not just for the natural beauty or the family he loved with all his heart, but for the spirit of the place. The freedom. “Sure.” I’ll go wherever she is.

“Really?” Will sounded shocked. “Don’t get me wrong. I can see what she means to you. And Rosie’s awesome, but she’s a princess.”

“They’re not like the British royal family. Not even close.”

“Still, her life’s a whole lot different from ours.”

He’d lose his freedom and his privacy. “I know that.” He’d miss out on the nieces and nephews sure to come in the next few years. Fuck. Agitated, he shot his brother a look. “I can’t just let her go.”

“Not saying otherwise. My point is that you should maybe hold off on building the lab until you see what happens.”

“And my point is that the only way it’s going to work is if we make it work. Would you have built Delilah a restaurant to make it possible for her to stay?”

Understanding settled on Will’s features. Smiling, he wrapped an arm around his shoulder and gave him a shake. “Let’s build a fuckin’ lab.”

Immersed in luscious scents, Rosalina counted out another ten drops of essential oil into the melted soy wax. Thirty hadn’t created a strong enough effect, so she hoped forty would do the trick. They wouldn’t sell candles yet, but while waiting for her first shipment to come in from the production facility…why not get started on the other products?