“I don’t have a specific timeframe, but no more than a month or so.”

“Oh, well, that’s too long for her to stay here,” Vanessa said.

“She can stay as long as it takes to get the project done.” He didn’t like anyone telling him what to do—but driving Rosie away? Hell, no.

“I’m sure I can find a place in town.” Rosie got all flustered.

“Summer season’s just starting. Everything’s booked by now.” Brodie shrugged. “It’s no big deal. We’ve got plenty of bedrooms, and I’m hardly around.”

“Brodie, why don’t you come live with me?” Vanessa asked. “We’ve got so much work to do anyway.”

“Nah, I’m not moving again. I’m good here.” He grabbed another bag from Rosie’s hand and hauled both of them into the bunkhouse. “My bedroom’s all the way at the back, so you can have any of the others.”

Originally the bunkhouse for a working ranch, the place was huge. He and his brothers had torn down walls to create bedroom suites out of the dorm-style rooms.

“Okay, thank you.” Rosie looked between him and Vanessa, clearly picking up on the architect’s attitude. “I’ll just…” She motioned towards the long hallway before heading down it.

“Are you sure you want someone living here with you?” Vanessa asked quietly.

“I wouldn’t have told her she could if I didn’t. Besides, it makes sense. We’ve got a lot of work to do in a short period of time.”

“But you’ve got other, more important, projects.”

“Vanessa, it’s done. She’s staying.”

She opened her arms wide, then let them drop. “Fine. Now, where were we?”

He felt as jittery and wired as if he’d downed an energy drink.

All because Rosie was staying.

“Oh, right,” Vanessa said. “You need to brainstorm ideas for Owl Hoot.”

“Just a few more.”

“Tell me what you’ve got and how many more you need.”

He pulled out his phone and found his notes. “The Outfitters is going to bring in the tourists, so then I just need a few more stores to make it interesting for them.”

“How about clothing? Logo wear?”

“We’ve got that in the hotel.”

“True. Well, what are your tourists coming there for? The whole wild west theme, right? We could offer gold panning, chuck wagons, that kind of thing.”

“Are you talking about Owl Hoot?” Rosie came back in, and as stunning as she was dressed as a princess, he liked her even more in a simple pair of pants and shirt.

“Yeah. I’m looking for the kind of businesses that’ll bring people back, but I don’t want it to feel like a tourist town.” He didn’t miss the way Vanessa’s features flinched from embarrassment.

“So, you want the wild west theme without it feeling gimmicky?” Rosie asked.