“Thank you—for this love, this life, for understanding what I need. All of it. Thank you.”

“God, Janey,” he whispered, overwhelmed by her. “It’s my pleasure. Every second of it. Thank you.” He kissed her then, and for a long time, he thought of nothing else but her pleasure.

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Adam left Abby at the Beachcomber with a promise to call her in a couple of hours. They both had things they needed to do, and in his case, he had someone he needed to see. At first he’d thought the best thing would be to keep his growing friendship with Abby a secret from Grant.

Now that he’d had time to rethink that plan, he could see it would be the worst way to proceed. He enjoyed a harmonious relationship with his siblings because they didn’t play games with each other. When Grant had so many other things on his mind at the moment, surely this wasn’t the time to make things worse by being less than honest with him.

With that in mind, Adam left the Beachcomber and stopped at the Surf, hoping first to see Laura about the work she wanted him to do on the reservation system.

“She’s at a doctor’s appointment,” Sarah told him when he found her at the reception desk. “The poor thing can’t seem to kick the flu.”

“I hope she’s okay.”

“I’m sure she will be. I’ll tell her you stopped by.”

“She can call my cell whenever she’s ready to talk about the reservation system.”

Sarah’s eyes lit up with delight. “Oh, are you going fix that for us?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Thank goodness.”

“Maybe you can tell me what the problems are, so I can be thinking about what needs to happen.”

“Well, one of the biggest challenges we have is that families have been coming to the Surf for several generations now, and they have traditions tied up with the place. Take the Morton family, for example. They come every summer and have since I was a kid growing up here and my parents were running the place. They ask for the same rooms every year with several amenities and upgrades. My mom used to keep track of all that in a notebook she carried with her everywhere she went, but she also has a photographic memory that I don’t have—and neither does Laura. We need to be able to better manage those requests now that we’re fully computerized. Does that make sense?”

“It does,” Adam said, his mind already racing with custom programming ideas that might fit their needs. “Let me think about that and talk some more with you and Laura.”

“That’d be great. We’ll take whatever help you can give us. I’ll tell her to call you.”

“Thanks, Sarah. Have a good day.”