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- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
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- Epilogue
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“I’m paid plenty. And I’m happy to do whatever you need.”
Whatever I needed. That was a dangerous proposition. “Well, we can revisit it at a later date. Once we’ve figured out what your role here looks like.”
She gave me a sharp nod. “I’ll leave you to rest and get settled. We can talk more tomorrow about what you’ll be needing around the property.”
Before I could even thank Shay, she slipped out the front door and headed down a path—one that would create that distance she seemed to like so much.
I reached out a hand to shake the contractor’s. “Thanks so much for being willing to start so quickly.”
Hunter gripped my hand firmly and then released it, an easy grin on his face. He’d come highly recommended by my architect and seemed to have his finger on the pulse of everything I’d need to build on this island. He looked a bit young, but his company’s website said that they’d been in business for over eight years, and they had the referrals to prove it. “No problem. Your call came at the perfect time. I just had a job fall through.”
“Their loss is my gain.” I motioned for him to follow me up the same trail Shay had led me down yesterday. It was a miracle that I didn’t trip and fall on my face. I’d slept like crap the night before. Everything was too…quiet. I’d need to get a sound machine. Something that made city noises.
“It’s going to be a bear getting supplies up this incline,” Hunter muttered.
“My caretaker mentioned there’s some sort of pulley system for heavier supplies.”
“Glad to hear it. Not all of these islands have them. A couple of years ago, my team built a house on a spot where we had to trek everything in a quarter of a mile…never again.”
I chuckled. “There’s not enough money in the world.”
“No kidding.”
I came to a stop at the spot where the trees thinned, and you could glimpse the rest of the buildings. “I believe the architect was thinking right over there.” I gestured.
Hunter pulled a tablet out of a small pack. “I’ve got the plans here.” With a few taps, we were looking at drawings that made little sense to me but seemed to be a language Hunter was fluent in. He strode forward, walking what would presumably be the foundation of the building. “The positioning is ideal. If we put in all the windows you want, you’ll have a perfect view of the water through the trees. But we’re low enough that it won’t impact the sightlines from any other buildings on the property. We’ll have to build into the incline, but I think it will be worth it.”