She cocked her head. “These are the corporate offices. I’m assuming you’ll have a general manager, a buyer…I wasn’t sure how many you’d need. I can adjust the size of each room to accommodate the number of employees you anticipate hiring. Actually, if we take out the wall, this becomes a conference room where you can plan the adventures you’ll offer.” Studying his features, she said, “You’re not really focused on this. I jumped the gun.” She smiled. “It’s just I know how you work. I wanted to get this done before you switch to the next project.”

The accuracy of her assumption pissed him off. “I’m not doing anything else until I finish Owl Hoot, but you’re right. You jumped the gun. I can’t move forward until I get approval from the board, and before I do that I need to come up with a few other ideas.” He tapped the blueprint. “This is good, though. I’m glad you got started, but let’s sit on the details until I come up with a full slate of businesses to present.”

“Gotcha.” Shoving aside the coasters, she rolled up the blueprint and slid it back into the cardboard tube. “Okay, let’s do this instead. Let’s sit down and brainstorm—”

Tires crunched on gravel, and sunlight glinted off black metal. Rosie’s town car? Had she forgotten something? He jerked back so hard, he knocked over his water bottle.

Vanessa grabbed it before it spilled. “Who is it?”

A car door slammed, and a woman said, “Thank you so much.”

Rosie. She might as well have been on fire for the way he hustled out the door. He found her on the walkway, surrounded by luggage…and no bodyguards. His heart thundered in his ears. “You miss me, princess?”

“I did. Well, it’s more your kitchen and your meadow—does that hurt to hear?”

He couldn’t remember when he’d last felt this…exhilarated. “I feel so used.” He stepped off the porch and approached her, reaching for the largest suitcase. “What’s up? Miss your flight? And where are your…” He remembered Vanessa. “Buddies?”

“They’ve gone home without me.” She searched his expression. “I’ve decided to stay in town a little longer.”

It was all he could do to keep from wagging his tail like a damn puppy. “Sounds good.”

“Well, there’s a problem. I called the hotel to get my room back…” She hesitated. “It’s booked for the summer.”

“What’s going on?” Vanessa came out, shielding her eyes with a hand.

“She’s moving into the bunkhouse so she can finish her work on the spa products.”

Rosie’s cheeks flamed bright red. “Oh, I didn’t mean I’d stay here.”

“How long are you in town?” Vanessa asked, surprise clear in the lift of her eyebrows.