It's a Wonderful Wife by Janet Chapman Page B

run right off. All the trees we cleared for the pad are sawed into firewood and stacked, we hauled away the stumps and underbrush just like you told Gramps you wanted, and we planted the septic bed with a mix of grass and wildflower seeds.”
    â€œI appreciate that.”
    â€œMe and Dad spent all day Sunday cleaning up the beach where the barge has been off-loading the equipment and trucks, so to make it look all natural again. All you’ll see when you get there is a more permanent landing site at one end and a small road leading up to the pad. We made sure the road curved instead of running straight down the hill, so it won’t wash out when it rains.” He glanced toward the store when half the parking lot lights suddenly went out, then started backing away, hauling the cart with him. “School gets out next Friday, so if you need anything else done on your island this summer, I’m willing to work any days I’m not working here. I can run a chainsaw and I don’t mind hauling brush and stuff like that. You just tell Gramps and he’ll tell me.” He stopped and shot Jesse a wide grin. “And I won’t charge you an arm and a leg, neither, just because you’re from away.”
    â€œThat’s good to know,” Jesse said with a nod. “I’ll definitely keep you in mind.”
    The boy swung the cart around and set his foot on the bottom rail, gave a wave over his shoulder, then pushed and rode and pushed and rode his way back up the parking lot.
    Jesse chuckled, having to admire Castle Cove’s obvious bent toward entrepreneurship, which apparently started in the cradle. Oh yeah, he couldn’t think of a better place to bring his kids every summer.
    Speaking of which, hearing that Cadi only seemed opposed to having children with Stanley had certainly been a relief. He was also quite heartened to learn she wasn’t firmly entrenched in her own safe little corner of the world the way Willa and Emma were, which had compelled Sam and Ben to make Maine their permanent home. That Cadi wanted to travel was probably her most appealing trait at this point, since it should make her open to living at Rosebriar the lion’s share of the year.
    Well, assuming they got married. But if their grandfather had taught his three grandsons only one thing, it was that when a Sinclair decided he wanted something—be it in his personal life or business—he single-mindedly went after it. And Bram couldn’t have driven home that lesson any more outrageously than when he’d left everything he’d worked his whole life to acquire, including his beloved Rosebriar, to a disaster-prone little partridge from Maine.
    Jesse opened the door with a snort as he remembered how Bram had even bequeathed Willa one of his grandsons—although the old wolf had magnanimously left the choice of which one up to them. Jesse set his bags inside on the floor, then picked up the beer and other two bags and walked up the stairs with the single-minded intention of finding out if the ever-interesting Miss Glace might indeed be the woman of his dreams—only to find himself standing in a now spacious, starkly silent, apparently
empty
camper.
    He closed his eyes and dropped his head in defeat. Had Cadi not believed his promise to act the gentleman tonight, or had she simply taken another downward spiral and—
    Jesse snapped his head up when he heard the soft thud of something hitting carpet. He set the beer and bags on the counter, turned and closed the camper door, then quietly walked up the short set of stairs leading to the raised bedroom. He passed the open door to the bathroom, noting the light over the vanity was on, and stopped in the bedroom doorway when he spotted his stowaway curled up on his bed, hugging her purse like a pillow, sound asleep.
    Okay then; he was still in business.
    He bent down and grabbed the notebook off the carpet, then headed back to the kitchen,