Organizing something on that scale would be a massive undertaking, but it would also be an exciting challenge. Similar to the charitable fundraising affairs her dad had asked her to get involved in on his behalf whenever he, like other prominent business leaders, was asked to lend his support. But she hadn’t minded helping out. It had felt good to contribute in a small way to worthwhile causes. Plus, serving on those committees had been an education in organization and planning.

She skimmed her notes again. Tearoom. Gourmet chocolates. Hand-crafted furniture.

Hmm.

Her brain began clicking.

She added renowned artist, expert historian, famous actress, and bestselling author to the list.

This town was crawling with talent.

Could they somehow harness that? Use it to showcase Hope Harbor, draw visitors in?

“That’s an intriguing list.”

At Charley’s comment, she looked over to find him perusing her scribbles, his expression thoughtful.

“The amount of talent you have here is amazing.”

“When you put it in a list, it is impressive. I feel honored to be included—if that’s me.” He indicated the renowned artist line.

“It is—unless there’s another artist in town I haven’t yet met.”

“As a matter of fact, there is. Eric Nash. He’s an attorney here who paints on the side. He’s newer to the art world than I am, but his work is displayed in several prestigious galleries.” Charley cocked his head and studied her. “What are you thinking?”

Warmth suffused her cheeks, and she closed her notebook. Strange how he’d picked up on her brainstorming, nebulous as it was at this point. “I was just noodling on an idea that would probably never work.”

“Never say never. Most brilliant ideas begin with a random notion.”

“Brilliant may be an exaggeration.”

“Not if it helps the people in this room.” He scanned the assembled group, concern etching his features. “I’d hate to see any of their businesses suffer—or close. That would have a huge impact on this little town all of us cherish.”

The meeting continued, with more comments—but few ideas—offered. As the gathering wound down, it was clear the group wasn’t any closer to finding a solution to the dilemma than it had been at the beginning. And from the worried faces and undertone of anxiety in the room, it was also apparent that a bad summer season would deal a huge blow to many of the business owners here—and to the town.

That was sad.

New as she was to Hope Harbor, the charming seaside community had already claimed a piece of her heart, and it was hard to see it hurting.

But she was still an outsider. It would be presumptuous to offer suggestions, no matter what Marci had said earlier in the evening.

The Herald editor ended the meeting, and Christi stood along with Charley. There was nothing she could do to help.