Sand Castle Bay (Ocean Breeze) - By Sherryl Woods Page 0,12
be optimistic even if I could be there tomorrow. You’re going to have to decide if you want quality work or an expedited timetable.”
“I want both,” he said without hesitation. “If that means doubling up on work crews, then do it.”
Emily got the message. “Of course.”
“This is a big job,” he reminded her, clearly intending to emphasize the stakes. “It’s an entire ski lodge. I’m sure you could get some PR mileage out of that.”
“I understand what a fabulous opportunity you’re giving me, Derek, but I can’t abandon my family right now. The hurricane’s left a mess in its wake.”
He hesitated, leaving her with her heart in her throat. She thought she could hear his wife murmuring in the background.
“Okay, fine, do the best you can,” he said eventually. “Tricia has reminded me that, contrary to the way I live my life, family should take priority over business from time to time.”
Emily smiled. “It’s a lesson I’m struggling with myself,” she told him. “Thank her for me.”
“You’ll be in touch?”
“Of course. And there are things I can get started on from here. We won’t be losing much time.”
When she’d disconnected the call, she allowed herself a moment of triumph over snagging the job, then sighed. She wondered if anyone in her family would be excited for her over this coup. More likely, they’d be disappointed in her for making a promise to leave before the work here was likely to be done.
* * *
Cora Jane looked around at her girls, drinking in the sight of them, and the next thing she knew there were tears gathering in her eyes. It was Gabi who caught her before she could wipe them away.
“Grandmother, are you okay?” Gabi asked quietly.
“I’m just so glad to have the three of you under this roof again, even if it is leaking in a dozen spots and the place is a disaster.”
“There’s nothing wrong we can’t fix with a little elbow grease,” Gabi assured her. “I’ll make some calls about the roof, too.”
“No need,” Cora Jane told her. “Boone’s already taken care of that. He has someone coming first thing tomorrow to replace it. Shouldn’t take more than a couple of days to get it fixed up. As long as we don’t have another storm between now and then, we’ll be okay.”
“Did I hear you mention Boone?” Emily asked, coming back inside just in time to hear Cora Jane.
“He’s arranged for someone to fix the roof,” Gabi told her.
Emily’s expression soured. “Why don’t you let me make a few calls? Negotiating with contractors is what I do.”
“How many contractors do you know here who could get to the job tomorrow?” Boone asked, choosing that moment to join them in the kitchen, B.J. at his side. “But if you want to give it a try, I won’t be offended.”
Emily flushed pink. “She should have competitive bids, that’s all I’m saying,” she retorted.
“Gee, why didn’t I think of that?” he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Cora Jane looked from one of them to the other and shook her head. Hadn’t it always been this way? If Boone said the sky was blue, Emily would argue it was a gloomy gray. She’d never before known two people who were happiest when they were at odds over one thing or another. She thought it was because they were so alike with high expectations of themselves and everyone around them.
“Enough, you two,” she scolded. “Tommy Cahill will be here tomorrow. He gave me a price I’m happy with, so that’s that. I was lucky that Boone was able to get him to take on such a small job on short notice when there’s so much to be done out here. He’s only doing it as a favor to Boone. I could wait for weeks for someone else to become available.”
Emily sat back, her expression disgruntled. “Whatever you want.”
“Thank you,” Cora Jane said dryly. “Now I propose we all get busy and get this place cleaned out. I’d like to open for breakfast tomorrow morning if I can get supplies here this afternoon.”
“That’s crazy,” Emily blurted. “The place is a mess. It’s going to take days for me to get some new furniture in here, get everything painted and spruced up with a new look. I sketched out some ideas on the way from Colorado.”
Cora Jane knew her granddaughter only wanted to help. And she was an expert, after all, but the last thing she wanted was to walk in the