Summer In Stanton (Stanton Falls #3)
get any better and then you spring this on me.”

 
    “Don’t get overwhelmed
yet.  There’s more.  You wait there a minute.”

 
    “Okay, but I can’t take
much more.”

 
    “This you will.  I
have to show this to you.”

 
    He watched as she walked
off and wondered what in the world he really did to deserve all of this.
 She came back about a minute later with a tablet in her hand.  

 
    “Look at this.”

 
    He took it from her and
looked at the screen.

 
    “Okay so you took a few
pictures of the place.”

 
    “Not just pictures.
 These are going to be a part of your new website.”

 
    “New website?  I
never had an old one.”

 
    “I know!  I can’t
believe you ever expected to get business in this day and age with just paper
brochures.”

 
    “They worked fine for my
mom and dad.”

 
    “Yeah but that was ages
ago.  If you want to thrive, you’ve got to be current and up to date.
 That doesn’t mean you have to change the place.  Just how you let
the world know about it.  By tomorrow I’m going to have you set up with an
excellent online presence.”

 
    “Great.”

 
    “I wanted to ask if you
have any other pictures or anything else we can use to show the history of the
house.  From a marketing perspective, I want to present the hotel as a
destination.  Have you had any famous people that have stayed here?”

 
    “A few.  A couple
of musicians and actors.  A few political figures.  Even a couple of
presidents have spent time here.”

 
    “Are you serious?
 Please tell me you have a picture of them.  Any of them.”

 
    “How about all of them.”

 
    “No way.”

 
    “Yep.  In the
attic.”

 
    “You’ve gotta be kidding
me.  You are sitting on a goldmine if that’s the case.  Don’t you
know anything about marketing?”  

 
    “Not really.”

 
    “Well then I guess that
settles it.  I am going to need to stay a little longer to get this all
together.”

 
    “Okay.  Now I am
officially still dreaming.  The only thing that would make today better
would be if you told me you were never leaving.”

 
    It was a little forward
but at this point, he didn’t care.  She was special and he would be an
idiot to at least not say something to her.  She blushed and looked away
so he knew she felt something.  Unfortunately, he didn’t hear what he was
hoping for.  

 
    “I would love that
Connor but I am going to tell you the same thing I told myself when I thought
about it.  We all have to wake up sometime.  As much as I like it
here, this isn’t my life, it’s yours.  I just want you to enjoy it as much
as possible.”

 
    “Gotcha.  Well you
can’t blame me for trying.”

 
    Connor took a bite of
the cake and smiled at the medley of flavors in his mouth.  

 
    “Oh yes I can.
  I can completely blame you for making me want to do something
foolish.  The best I can offer is that I am gonna stay for a week or two
more.  I really think we can share how special the bed and breakfast is
with everyone and make a decent amount of money doing it.  Just promise me
you won’t get all touchy when I finally do leave.”

 
    “What?  I never
liked you from the beginning, remember?”

 
    “I don’t think I’ll ever
forget.”

 
 
    ***

 
 
    Tessa put the muffins in
the oven and began washing her hands.  

 
    “You never told me how
you do all this.”

 
    “What?  You mean
cooking?”

 
    “Yeah,” Connor
responded.  “I mean some people can cook and then some people just do what
you do.  It’s on another level.”

 
    “I wouldn’t call it all
that.”

 
    “And you shouldn’t but
if you ask anyone else here, they will say you might just be the best cook they
have ever known.  So how’d you learn?”

 
    Tessa sat down at the
table across from Connor and looked at him.  There weren’t many guys that
she ever talked to about her mother but Connor

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