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“So you’re helping your friend to revive this island destination? I’d say they’re lucky to have you,” George said. “You have an excellent eye for finding a spot and creating immersive experiences today’s travelers are looking for.”

Chris did a double-take at his father.Is that a compliment?

“Your desert oasis, for example, is brilliant,” George continued. “I would’ve never thought of opening a hotel in the middle of the Sahara, but that’s what the next generations are great for. You have a unique vision, so different from mine because we come from different eras. Just like my vision differed from my father’s.”

George Sullens put a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “I forgot that for a long time.”

Chris stared at a father he didn’t recognize. “Why are you saying all this now?”

“I just had a lot of time to think lately,” George said. “I also think naming your beautiful resorts after your mother is a wonderful tribute.”

“I thought she would’ve liked it.”

“She would’ve loved it.” George smiled. “You’re a good man. I’m proud of you, son.”

Chris’ muscles tensed, and his heart sank. “Dad, please tell me you’re not dying.”

George guffawed and slapped Chris on the back.

“This isn’t funny, Dad. I’ve spent most of my life thinking you’re disappointed in me. Out of the blue, you’re exercising religiously, eating healthy, working remotely, and now telling me you’re proud of me? What’s going on?” Chris demanded.

“That’s my failure as a father. I can’t tell you how much I regretted the years I wasted.” George sobered up. “I’m sorry, Christopher.”

Chris’ head went to Rowan’s story when her father had a heart attack and died. He’d been talking about regrets, too. Chris started to sweat as he realized he might lose his father.

“Dad, you’re scaring me. Why are you talking like this?” Chris questioned.

There was grief on his father’s face. Chris was sure he was going to tell him something devastating.

“God, what a lousy parent I am if you think I’m only telling you I’m proud of you because I’m at death’s door,” George said. “This is why I’ve been asking you to come home. I hope it isn’t too late for us to be father and son again.”

“Of course it’s not. I’m here,” Chris indulged George’s line of thought, but he wished his father would spit out what was triggering his regrets.

Chris took in details of his father’s appearance. He’d lost some weight. He wasn’t carrying the belly and the roundness in his face that Chris had associated with his father over the last decade. It’d actually be shocking if his father didn’t have some coronary issues.

George smiled, a glimmer of hope in his brown eyes. “Good, because I want to let you know I’m…”

Holding his breath, Chris waited for the blow.

“…retiring.”

forty-six

Bright Head Farm & Inn, Vinalhaven, Maine

“We can’t wait until Bright Head Inn is up and running again, Rowan.” Charlotte Gibbes patted Rowan on the arm. “Thank you for the lovely meal. Please tell Chef Oliver, his food was delicious.”

“We will, of course,” Rowan nodded.

“I love the idea of displaying our local arts in the inn,” Ada added, seconded by a few of her artist friends, who had joined them for the special lunch that Rae had organized. Rae had even persuaded Oliver to stay longer so he could cook for them.

“I’m so glad.” Rowan smiled happily. “We look forward to collaborating with all of you.”

“I am so sorry you have to push back your plan because of the fire,” Charlotte added as the group headed out.

Rowan and Rae exchanged bittersweet glances.

“It just gives us an opportunity to rebuild even better,” Rae said.

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