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Authors: Jenny Hale
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air and sunshine to wake me up.”
“Of course.”
Emily walked to the back door and let herself out. The sun’s warmth was already strong enough to cut through the cool bay breeze as she walked barefoot along the path to Eli’s pasture. When she got there, she let herself in through the gate and walked to the barn. Eli was inside, resting.
“Hi, boy,” she said and he shifted, his great body rustling the straw underneath him. “You relaxing in this heat?” She sat down next to him, leaning against his large side. He snorted and nickered, turning his head so that it was next to her.
She reached up and rubbed his face.
Eli snorted again.
“I just wanted to come say hi.” He pulled his face from her hand and laid his head in the straw beside her.
“Well, boy. I’ll let you get your rest,” she said standing up and patting his belly.
Then she walked down to the beach.
As she looked out at the gorgeous morning in front of her, the way the sunlight shimmied off the water, the feel of the powdery sand underneath her feet, the complete serenity of it, she knew that it was this place that made her whole, and here she could feel the last three years fading away like the sun faded the blue of Papa’s boat—until one day, those years would be just a distant memory.
When her parents died, Papa and Gram provided the stability she needed to survive such a tragedy, and this house brought that stability back for her. Everywhere she looked here, she saw their love, and all those wonderful reminders of her life there. Then she thought about Charlie. Maybe she’d agree to those big plans of his, maybe she wouldn’t. But either way, helping him to understand the area wouldn’t be a bad thing and Oyster Bay would be the perfect place to show Charlie what really mattered down here.
She ran inside and got her phone:
Hi, Charlie. I was thinking about how to explain life here in Clearwater, and I had an idea. I’d like to show you around the house where I grew up . It’s my favorite place in all the world, and it might give you the background you need to really be on your game when we meet with Rocky.
He texted back:
That sounds great. Text me the address and time.
She texted the address of the farmhouse but explained its proximity to the inn. Then, she told him to come as soon as he could. She couldn’t wait to show him around.
Six
“ H ere’s what I can tell you about Rocky,” Emily said, offering Charlie a seat on the porch after he’d arrived. He sat down, his eyes on her, but they looked wary, and had since he’d gotten there. She wondered why. Had he hit another roadblock with the improvements? “He loves this area. He’s not going to do anything that might ruin it. So, keeping things on the modest, smaller side might be beneficial. I’m going to take you on a tour of this land and give you a little history of the way we live to arm you with the knowledge that you might need when answering his questions.”
“He’s a businessman. Wouldn’t he understand that big improvements mean big business? I can make his town a lot of money. Why wouldn’t he want that?” He was responding to her, but he still seemed very uncomfortable, rubbing the back of his neck as if he had a sudden twinge.
“There’s a balance between making money and preserving what we love about Clearwater. There’s a different mentality here. Let me show you.”
She stood up. Cautiously, he followed her lead. She could tell that he didn’t think any of this mattered, but he was wrong.
Emily entered the house and shut the front door, stopping in the modest entryway. “Gram’s gone to town, so it’s just us here.” There was surprise… or something in his eyes. What was it? Then he made eye contact. Perhaps sharing some memories with him would put him at ease. “My grandfather built this house for my gram. He liked the property because of the wildlife. We have wild turkeys, foxes, and deer that call this home as much as we
“Of course.”
Emily walked to the back door and let herself out. The sun’s warmth was already strong enough to cut through the cool bay breeze as she walked barefoot along the path to Eli’s pasture. When she got there, she let herself in through the gate and walked to the barn. Eli was inside, resting.
“Hi, boy,” she said and he shifted, his great body rustling the straw underneath him. “You relaxing in this heat?” She sat down next to him, leaning against his large side. He snorted and nickered, turning his head so that it was next to her.
She reached up and rubbed his face.
Eli snorted again.
“I just wanted to come say hi.” He pulled his face from her hand and laid his head in the straw beside her.
“Well, boy. I’ll let you get your rest,” she said standing up and patting his belly.
Then she walked down to the beach.
As she looked out at the gorgeous morning in front of her, the way the sunlight shimmied off the water, the feel of the powdery sand underneath her feet, the complete serenity of it, she knew that it was this place that made her whole, and here she could feel the last three years fading away like the sun faded the blue of Papa’s boat—until one day, those years would be just a distant memory.
When her parents died, Papa and Gram provided the stability she needed to survive such a tragedy, and this house brought that stability back for her. Everywhere she looked here, she saw their love, and all those wonderful reminders of her life there. Then she thought about Charlie. Maybe she’d agree to those big plans of his, maybe she wouldn’t. But either way, helping him to understand the area wouldn’t be a bad thing and Oyster Bay would be the perfect place to show Charlie what really mattered down here.
She ran inside and got her phone:
Hi, Charlie. I was thinking about how to explain life here in Clearwater, and I had an idea. I’d like to show you around the house where I grew up . It’s my favorite place in all the world, and it might give you the background you need to really be on your game when we meet with Rocky.
He texted back:
That sounds great. Text me the address and time.
She texted the address of the farmhouse but explained its proximity to the inn. Then, she told him to come as soon as he could. She couldn’t wait to show him around.
Six
“ H ere’s what I can tell you about Rocky,” Emily said, offering Charlie a seat on the porch after he’d arrived. He sat down, his eyes on her, but they looked wary, and had since he’d gotten there. She wondered why. Had he hit another roadblock with the improvements? “He loves this area. He’s not going to do anything that might ruin it. So, keeping things on the modest, smaller side might be beneficial. I’m going to take you on a tour of this land and give you a little history of the way we live to arm you with the knowledge that you might need when answering his questions.”
“He’s a businessman. Wouldn’t he understand that big improvements mean big business? I can make his town a lot of money. Why wouldn’t he want that?” He was responding to her, but he still seemed very uncomfortable, rubbing the back of his neck as if he had a sudden twinge.
“There’s a balance between making money and preserving what we love about Clearwater. There’s a different mentality here. Let me show you.”
She stood up. Cautiously, he followed her lead. She could tell that he didn’t think any of this mattered, but he was wrong.
Emily entered the house and shut the front door, stopping in the modest entryway. “Gram’s gone to town, so it’s just us here.” There was surprise… or something in his eyes. What was it? Then he made eye contact. Perhaps sharing some memories with him would put him at ease. “My grandfather built this house for my gram. He liked the property because of the wildlife. We have wild turkeys, foxes, and deer that call this home as much as we
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