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He blinked. “You mean…”
“If you wanted to do it, yes, it’d be the perfect solution. I don’t want to be the face of the B&B. I don’t want the pressure of entertaining guests. But you’re so good at it, Cash, and you’re my partner now, right? If I stay, you’ll stay too. But—” I winced. “You probably want to work at the resort with your friends.”
“Well, now, that’s stupid,” he teased me with a smile. “Of course I’d choose running your B&B over just about anything else in the world.”
The fact either of us could smile right now, standing next to the scene of a crime with a call to the authorities imminent, had to mean something.
“Our B&B,” I said as a sense of rightness welled inside me. “It would be ours if we did this.”
He took a breath. “Okay, then, I guess we better get the sheriff out here so we can nail these bastards who are targetingourB&B.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Cash
Declan’s phonealarm cut through the room the following morning.
“Ah, god, already?” he grumbled, his voice muffled by his pillow.
He was normally an early riser, but he’d been up late making a report to the sheriff’s deputy, then compiling a list of all the supplies taken, property damaged, and locating receipts for the value of everything to submit to the sheriff’s department.
Some of that could have waited for morning, but I suspected he was too wired to sleep.
Eventually, I’d crashed out while waiting for him to come to bed.
I rolled over and nuzzled the back of his neck. “Late night, huh? What are the chances the authorities can catch this asshole?”
He sighed. “Not very good, and insurance won’t cover my lost supplies.”
I squeezed the back of his neck, massaging gently. “I’m sorry. I wish I could do something more.”
“You’re here with me.” He rolled to face me. “That makes it easier.”
“Good.” I dipped down to kiss him and he turned his head so my lips grazed his jaw instead.
“I feel like something died in my mouth. Do not kiss me right now.”
I laughed. “Okay.”
His eyes fluttered shut, and he looked flat-out exhausted.
“Tell you what, how about I cover breakfast this morning?”
His eyes flew open. “Shit, what time is it?”
“Time for you to sleep in.” I patted his chest. “I’ll handle it.”
His brow furrowed. “I can’t ask you to do that.”
“Last night, you said you wanted to keep the B&B and let me manage it. Did you mean that?” I asked.
“Of course I did.”
“Then I might as well get started, right?” I said lightly. “I’ll have to give the resort a couple of weeks’ notice before I can take over entirely, but I can do this for you today. Rest up.”
I showered and dressed, then whipped up some simple pancakes and bacon for the guests since it was the weekend. It wasn’t anything fancy, and I made a mental note to text Ash later and ask for some kick-ass breakfast recipes.
If I was going to manage this B&B for Declan, I wanted to do a damn good job. He was putting a lot of faith in me, and I never wanted him to regret that choice.
