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to the lake. “. . . or down there.” She added, whispering, “Any place but inside.”
    “Why, Abby, I would think a practicing witch such as yourself wouldn’t be scared of a little ghost.”
    He had a point. Really, it was probably someone’s Great Aunt Ethel roaming the halls. “Fine.” She stepped all the way into the foyer, surprised at the magnificent—and renovated—room in front of her. “Oh, my God. When did this happen?”
    “Stunning, right? Adam told me the first and second floors were completely renovated this summer.”
    Probably because they were afraid to go up to the third floor. Abby walked through the foyer to get a better look.
    She’d never been inside the inn. She could easily envision a roaring twenties speakeasy nightclub with lavish art deco furniture. “No wonder my grandmother loved working here. I can just imagine women dressed in feathers and pearls dancing with men in three-piece suits.”
    “Isn’t it a beauty? I bet this inn was the place to be back in the day.”
    She didn’t doubt it. “So, what exactly are you doing here?”
    “I’m going to buy it.”
    Her eyebrow shot up at that announcement. “Seriously?”
    “The realtor is drawing up the paperwork even as we speak.” He beamed. “In two days—three days tops—I will be the owner of an abandoned inn.”
    “You’re freakin’ kidding. What are you going to do with it?” Her gaze rested on the beautiful bay window that had a breathtaking view of Buttermilk Lake.
    “I’m going to do exactly what you suggested. You are standing in the future lakeside bar and restaurant you’ve always wanted.”
    Abby blinked. “You’re going to blame me for your temporary bout of insanity? I don’t think so. Brandon, this is crazy. Think about all the money you’ll need to pour into this place to get it up and running.” She pointed to the phone in his hand. “Call your realtor and tell her you need time to think this over.”
    “Don’t need to. I know exactly what I’m doing.” Brandon went to work describing his renovation plans. “I’m going to knock out this wall and open up that area for a dance floor. I know how much this town loves its events. Maybe we could hold a couple here.” He chuckled. “Not that there is anything wrong with the Elks Lodge.”
    Abby could totally picture his vision. Walking over toward the window that faced the lake, she spun around. “And will this be the bar area?”
    “You got it. I think it’s perfect to overlook the water. Come see.” He motioned for her to join him. “Look out the window. Can you see them?”
    “See who?”
    “Close your eyes.”
    “Then how will I see?”
    He touched her arm. “Just do it.”
    She sighed and shut her eyelids. “So, what am I supposed to be seeing?”
    “Customers, enjoying the warm evening near the water. Bridget and Tom pulling up in their boat.”
    She giggled, ready to play along. “How cute do Mel and Betty look sitting at an outdoor table near the water?” Her eyes opened. “It all sounds amazing.” She was happy for him, but a little envious, too. Here this man took the bull by the horns and was going after what he wanted—something she’d never have the guts to do.
    “And wait till you see the best part.” He grabbed her hand and led her through the main room into another.
    “Oh, my God.” Abby’s mouth dropped at the sight in front of her. She stared at all the gorgeous stainless steel against the wall. The prep table was double the size of what they had at the Sugar Spoon. “Is this kitchen ready to use?”
    “It sure is. Apparently the initial buyer had it all done in the spring before he got cold feet.”
    “Cold feet,” she repeated and nodded her head. “Oh, right. Ethel.”
    “Who’s Ethel?”
    “No one.” She walked over and opened the oven, imagining a roast cooking in it. “This is really something.”
    “I can’t wait to get started.”
    Abby shut the door and turned. “So, Brandon, why did