Like panning for gold. “Exactly.” And chuck wagons.

“I can tell you a few things that work in…” Her eyes cut to Vanessa. “My town. We have a reliquary museum. It’s housed in this adorable, historic cottage. It’s not like a museum with priceless art. More like quirky pieces of cultural history collected over the years, things that trigger memories across a century of—"

“We know what a reliquary museum is,” Vanessa said. “We have one in Calamity.”

“But this would be different.” Brodie liked the idea. “It’d be all about the outlaws who lived in the valley, the original settlers. It’s a great idea.” He typed it into his phone, imagining the docent dressed in period costume, explaining the history of the artifacts. “You wouldn’t believe the things that’ve been found during digs over the years. Spurs, jugs…it’s crazy.”

“Do you need a few more ideas?” Rosie asked.

She knew he did, and it pissed him off that she was holding back because of Vanessa’s attitude.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, a sweets shop is always a huge success.”

“Sweets?” Vanessa smiled. “Where are you from?”

“I’m from a small town in Europe. Anyhow, in ours, one side is an old-fashioned ice cream parlor, and the other is a high-end bakery with everything from croissants and pies to tarts and wedding cakes.”

Bells went off in his head. “A wedding chapel. Owl Hoot could become a wedding destination, too.”

“I think you might be going overboard,” Vanessa said. “Let’s stay focused.”

“Actually, I think it’s a great idea,” Rosalina said. “Because you don’t have to do anything other than create a chapel and a bake shop that sells wedding cakes. Maybe have a flower shop in the hotel, but all you need is the basic infrastructure.”

“Well, it sounds like you’ve got more than enough ideas.” Vanessa checked her watch. “I need to get going. I’ve got a meeting in town. So, I’ll do some research on churches in western towns in the late nineteen-hundreds and start working on some drawings. Are you going with the bakery, too?”

“Yes,” Brodie said. “I like that a lot. Every tourist towns needs an ice cream parlor, but I also like the idea of a bakery-slash-café. We’ll get an espresso machine and then have big bins of candy.” In his excitement, he smiled at Rosie—and he felt his heart crash into hers—a wild, crazy explosion.

“Okay, then. I’ll check back with you soon.” Vanessa looked between them, obviously confused.

“I need to call my fiancé, let him know my change of plans.”

Rosie wasn’t a game player, so she really shouldn’t try. But she thought he and Vanessa were together, so he appreciated her attempt to remind Vanessa she wasn’t a threat. “He’s okay with you being gone so long?”