“No, your ideas were spot on. I asked around about your job history and think you might be a good match for us. As it happens, our grounds manager’s wife hates Alaska.”

Hate Alaska? Kit’s gaze took in the rolling forests and the gorgeous mountains christened with the first snow. Around her were the townsfolk, everyone here to support their school. Who could hate this paradise?

Kit tried for a polite response. “I’ve heard that not everyone likes this state.”

But what did this man mean by her being a good match for McNally’s?

“Unfortunately, that means they’re moving back to Kansas.” Biese spread his hands. “If you’re interested, I’d like to set up a time to discuss the position of grounds manager for the resort.”

Just like that, her breathing went away for the winter.

Breathe, fool. She inhaled and kept her voice even. “I’d definitely be interested.”

“Excellent.” He pulled out a card and handed it to her. “If you could call and schedule an appointment with my admin, we can go over what we’re hoping to accomplish. I told him I hoped to hear from you, so he’ll be expecting a call.”

She nodded. “I’ll do that.”

With a pleased smile, the man bowed slightly. “I can’t wait to see the changes you’ll make.”

As he strolled away, she stared at the card.

“Everything good?” Hawk’s rasping voice settled her. When he put a steadying arm around her, she leaned against his side.

“I might have a job at McNally’s as their grounds manager,” she said faintly.

With a finger, he tipped the card to read it. “Biese is a good guy.”

She tilted her gaze up. “You knew this was coming?”

“Nope. Back in June, he asked about you.” Hawk hesitated. “I passed him to Frankie. Figured she’d know how much to tell him.”

In June? Hawk had barely known her at all. But he’d still been looking out for her. She leaned her head against his chest. “I love you.”

Bending, he planted a kiss on her lips, then lingered and—

“Mama.” Aric’s high voice interrupted them.

In jeans, bright red sneakers, and a new dinosaur shirt, he charged across the lawn, and she almost cheered. Her exuberant boy was back.

“What’s up, honey bear?” She bent for a happy hug.

“Come ‘n’ see my room.” He took her hand and announced importantly, “My art is there.”

“Oh, well, we better check it out, then.” She grinned and saw Hawk doing the same.

Since the summer daycare program had given Aric friends and a familiarity with classroom-type activities, he’d taken to preschool like a champ.

With her boy pulling on her left hand, Hawk’s arm around her, and a new job on the horizon, Kit felt as if she was glowing with happiness.