Thinking back to Jane’s idea of putting the guys up in a hotel seemed more appealing. I just wish I could build an affordable home for temp workers here in Mountain View. I wouldn’t have to worry about the commute, and we have enough work so they would not have to worry about that. Honestly, the whole town was low on workers. Our real estate was so expensive that few people moved here to live. We were a tourist town almost all year round. When snow hit the ground, everyone would come and ski for at least five months.

I wish I had a solution for the town; I wish I could just build homes for dirt cheap and solve everyone’s problems. Serving myself a cup of coffee, I wondered how much I would need to build a few houses and realize my vision. I’m sure if I had enough for a few families everyone would reap the benefits, and we would all be able to get some workers.

I jotted down materials we would need for the houses. I could get materials. No problem, the land would be the issue. Land here was so expensive that I knew it would be our biggest hurdle.

“Morning,” Nate grumbled, as he went straight for the coffee. I continued working on what it would take to build these houses, smelling the awesome breakfast Nate was making.

“What are you working on, big guy?” Jane kissed my cheek, nuzzling her face against my beard.

“I was just thinking about what it would take to build cost-efficient homes for workers.” I said, sitting her on my lap. She looked over the numbers and the material list.

“This looks great, Aiden,” she continued reading. “Is it just you who suffer from the lack of workers here?”

“Here you go, darling,” Nate said, setting a mug in front of her.

Her eyes lit up as she grabbed her cup, taking a sip even though it was scalding. “You’re amazing, Nathan.”

“Thanks, babe.” He kissed her neck, and she squealed with laughter. “Refill, Aiden?”

“Please.” I held out my cup to him.

“We all suffer from the lack of working people that live here. The winters are the worst because not everyone has the right car to drive on the ice,” I said, kissing her bare shoulder. She usually wore one of our shirts each night, and last night was my turn. My shirts were so big they swallowed her whole, but I loved it.

“Has anyone tried to find a solution?” she asked, sipping and reading.

“Someone tried to get a committee to look at their proposal, but with the lack of funding, it didn’t make it very far.” Nathan set down my mug, and I nodded at him. “It’s always the lack of funding, I hear.”