Page 57 of Just One Chance

I smiled. "That's always good to hear. I try not to read online reviews and just go by the feedback I get from my clients directly."

He let out a slow breath. "I'll let everyone else decide what they want to do."

I nudged his shoulder with mine, wishing we were alone so that we could talk about it more. "Are you going to be okay if they want to move forward with it?"

He sighed. "I'll have to be. Everyone gets a vote, but it's majority rules in our family."

I nodded. "That's a fair way of handling things."

"So it doesn't really matter if I'm on board or not."

"I care what you think, and I'd love for you to be okay with it." I'd prefer that he supported what I decided, but I understood that this was a hard decision for him. "Especially since I'd like you to create the log benches and the trees."

"I can do that."

"Yeah? That would be great."

"If that's what everyone decides to do, then I'll build whatever you need."

"I've already talked to the photographer in town, Wynter, about taking scenery images for the rooms. She was excited about it."

He looked at me with renewed respect. "Once you get an idea, you run with it, don't you?"

"I trust that my instincts are pointing me in the right direction."

"What else do you have in mind for the inn, Kennedy?" Clara asked her.

"Scenic photography for the rooms. That's about it so far. I haven't had a strong feeling one way or another on the furniture."

"I could see how using custom furniture would look amazing, but I'm not sure how economically feasible it would be," Clara said.

"I wouldn't charge a ton of money. It's for family," Boone said.

"Just the cost of wood and labor is expensive. You shouldn't undercharge either," I said.

"It would be a big job, and I couldn't work on anything else while I was doing it," Boone said.

"Wouldn't we handle it the same way you did with the brewery?" Callum asked.

"I would think so," Malcolm added.

"I charged what I would for any other project. I didn't give Rowan and Beck a discount," Boone said.

"Then why would you give a discount for the inn?" I asked, trying to understand his reasoning.

"We had an investor for the brewery. It wasn't all on the family. The inn is different."

"We'll look at the numbers to see if it's feasible, depending on what Kennedy recommends," Malcolm said reasonably.

I could tell this subject was bothering Boone, so I changed it. "What else should I see while I'm here?"

Clara jumped in, talking about Telluride for restaurants, shopping, and even a play that was showing at the theater there, and the Wilde Ski Resort for skiing. There were so many things to do, and I didn't have to do all of them to render a decision. But I wanted to spend more time with Boone and his family.

They were excited about my ideas and open to the options. Malcolm was more reserved, but he wasn't rejecting my ideas outright. But I could understand why Boone was upset. He'd held onto the idea of his furniture in the inn for so long; it was hard to see other options.

My work might interfere with our relationship, and if it did, I'd have to be prepared to walk away. My business came first.

We sipped different brews, and when the pizza was delivered, we got out and dried off, eating our slices while sitting on the couch.