Speaking of her twin brother . . . “How is Oliver? Is he liking wherever he is now?”

“Yes. No. I mean, he wanted to go to the new property after he and his girlfriend broke up. He was in Sugarloaf, Pennsylvania for a while.”

I bite my lip, wondering if I should share this. Oliver is Stella’s twin, and they’re very close. It could go either way, but I decide it’s better to put it out there. “I actually know someone in Sugarloaf who knew Oliver.”

“You do?”

I nod. “He was with a girl named Devney, right?”

“Yeah! How did you know that?”

“I’m friends with someone who lives there, and Oliver dated their now sister-in-law.”

Stella grips my arms. “You know an Arrowood?”

“I do.”

“Oh my God! That’s right! Oh! My! God! You know Jacob!” Each of her words gets a little louder as her excitement mounts.

“Shh,” I say as a few guests turn to look at us. “Jacob and I were in that plane crash together.”

“And Oliver dated Devney, who I fucking loved.”

“I haven’t met her, but the entire family is super sweet and has helped me a ton.”

Jacob has good people in his life. Not only is he an amazing friend but also his family did a lot to get me set up here too. Brenna, his girlfriend, referred me to Dr. Warvel. Sydney, his sister-in-law, was able to get a lawyer to help pro-bono with the legal side of trying to get a settlement for medical coverage, which the airline is fighting me on. And the others sent cards or gifts to thank me. I just did my job, but they seem to think it was more.

“Yeah, I met her when they first started dating and I visited a few times. The Arrowoods weren’t there yet, I guess. I was crushed when they broke up, but”—her voice drops to a whisper—“I love my brother and all, but if I had to choose between him and Sean . . . there’s no choice.”

“I don’t know that any woman would turn him away.”

“Right?” Stella sighs dramatically. “I only loved baseball because of him.”

“You like sports?”

Her face crinkles. “No. I just like him in sports. There’s something about butts in a baseball uniform.” She pushes off the ledge. “Anyway, your office is back here, I’ll show you and get you set up. I know this is a lot to take in, so I’d like for you to take this week to adjust and acclimate with the staff and the inn. Then we’ll work on numbers and stuff once we increase your hours next week.”

“Okay.”

“How is your head?” A deep voice breaks into the conversation, causing both our heads to jerk to the side.

“Grayson? What the hell are you doing here?” Stella asks.

“I work here.”