more like an entrepreneur than an island man returning home. His business acumen clearly went deeper than that of a human resource manager of a paper company. Although running the inn had taught Eric one or two things (heâd called his bumps in the road the school of hard rocks ),he was just getting the hang of it when the hurricane had come along and school was out.
After Caines took his first sip of rum, Eric put his hand on the business proposal. âSpeaking of Horaceâwe need to talk to him about how the campsite is going to get water and electricity. We thought we might negotiateââ
âThereâs no water on the island?â Caines said, leaning forward, eyebrows high.
âThereâs nothing butâwalls. The hurricane destroyed the pipes running out there.â
âIt has to have water.â The investorâs voice dropped an octave. âDoes Horace know?â He frowned at the island, dimly outlined by the three-quarter moon rising over the water.
âWe never discussed it.â
âIf I were him, Iâd want some kind of infrastructure. Whoâs going to pay for that?â
Eric cleared his throat. âAbout the electricity, I thought we couldââ
âWe can use solar power,â Caines interrupted. âAll the sunshine here, it shouldnât be a problem. Expensive as hell to install, though.â
âI was thinking solar, too.â
âWeâd have to add that on to the budget, though,â Danny snorted, twisting his upper lip.
Ten minutes later, the bar owner departed for his apartment, mulling his partnership with Caines. Several things were becoming clear. First, the man would argue for every penny he had to borrow or spend. Second, there was nothing about building this hotel that was going to be a cakewalk. And third, Caines was sounding more and more like a man who wouldnât think twice about dragging someone into court. Eric sighed and tuned the radio to his favorite Havana station.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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T he big man slid onto the bar stool opposite, scowling brows low over his eyes.
âAnother rum, Mistah Caines?â Shad asked.
âYeahâand call me Danny.â
Shad turned the radio dial, cutting off the strident soca with a woman singer describing the grinding of cocoa beans for her manâs breakfast (complete with panting between grinds), and found a soft country and western with a woman crying over a heartless man.
âWhy you turn off the good-good music?â Tri called from the far end of the bar counter where heâd been arguing with Eli about Kingston politicians.
âPshaw, man,â Shad said, grabbing the bottle of Appleton rum. âToo much grinding make a person stupid.â And only served to remind him of his own lack of grinding, Bethâs body being off-limits, at least for the time being.
âI saw you running on the beach this morning,â he said to Danny as he placed the drink in front of him. âLook like you enjoying Largo.â
âItâs beautiful.â Danny sipped and licked his lips. âBut I donât like surprises.â
âYou get a surprise?â Shad said, keeping the smile bright to fight off the sinking feeling in his stomach.
âYeah, I need to put more money into the budget for water and solar panels on the island.â
After heâd gotten a round of drinks for a distant table, Shad settled down on his bartenderâs stool. âWhy Horace canât help with the cost of the solar panels?â he asked.
âItâs not his property.â
âMaybe he can put up some money, and we can take it off the rent, slow likeâyou know, not all at once. That way he have to rent the island a long time to get back his money.â
âPossible, possible,â Danny said, and looked up at Shad. âSo how come you all didnât think of this before?â
âWe was waiting for you to come down. We
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