He’d planned on putting an ad in all the newspapers in Jackson Hole and surrounding counties, asking people to donate or loan any curiosities or artifacts they had. Yeah, he’d like to be the one to source the inventory. “I’ll create an online folder, and Chris can drop in anything he thinks I might find interesting.”

“Sounds good. Not as good as you being there to actually see the stuff yourself. Touch it.”

Shit. Yeah, he’d like that. “You know what I really want?” He kissed her cheek, then the corner of her mouth. “I want to wake up with you every morning for the rest of my life. I want to sit with you in the garden in the afternoon, with one of Chef’s fresh squeezed lemonades, and talk about your day.”

“That’s nice and all, but it sounds a little boring. No offense.”

He chuckled. She was playing with him. “Maybe a little, but I had an idea while I was on the treadmill. I looked it up, and you know what St. Christophe doesn’t have? An excursion company.”

“Kind of like the one you’re starting in Owl Hoot?”

“Exactly. I could start one here.”

She broke out of his hold, turning around to face him. Water sloshed over the sides, but she didn’t seem to care about anything but wrapping her arms around his neck and getting his attention. “Don’t. Don’t start an excursion company or create an online folder or hire Chris. Go home, Brodie. That’s where you belong.”

Energy surged through him. He’d done a shit job of taking care of her, if this is what she was thinking. “Let me make something clear. I might not follow a lot of rules, but here are some absolutes. I live where you live. I sleep where you sleep. We’re going to be together, none of this long-distance crap.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“Then quit talking about me going home. I’m already there.” He tapped her chest. “This is where I live—your heart.”

Tears glistened in her eyes. “I don’t know how I got so lucky. One minute I found my two best friends in a closet, and the next I saw you in the lobby of your hotel, and everything in me just blossomed. I love you, Brodie Bowie. I love you with everything I am. And we’re going to be so happy together…in Calamity.”

Like hitting his elbow’s funny bone, his body got an odd mix of tingling and numbness. “You can’t leave here. You have to run the country.”

“I’m not really Head of State material, you know?”

“But you fought for it.”