Gardiner,” she said, introducing herself. “I’ve heard about you.”
“Really?” He in no way meant to flirt, but what was a guy supposed to say to that? Just be friendly. “I hope it was positive.”
“You’re the fella who’s building that new resort up on the mountain. You’ve got a flashy red sports car. And you had dinner with Sydney McKnight and her dad and the mayor at the Fireside the other night.”
“News travels fast. And it’s all true,” he said.
“Generally stories being passed around town are factual and details aren’t made up or exaggerated.” She grinned. “Folks here in Blackwater Lake take pride in the integrity of our rumor mill.”
“Good to know,” he said.
“If anything, whoever’s doing the telling plays down personal opinion. But you’re even more handsome than I heard.”
“Thank you. I’d hate to disappoint.”
“So,” she said, “are you and Sydney an item?”
In a way, he thought, but not how she meant. “Well...”
“Sorry. I’m nosy. But the thing is, folks are going to ask me. It’ll be all over town that you were in here today.” She shrugged.
“An item?” Burke thought for a moment. “Not unless you define an item as a man and woman who are getting to know each other.”
“Hmm.” It seemed as if she was the tiniest bit disappointed in the answer. “Okay, then. What is it I can do for you today, Mr. Holden?”
“Burke, please. You’ll probably be seeing a lot of me around here.” He smiled pleasantly, but there was no response from the clerk. “I’m here to look into building permits for the resort.”
“You’ll need to speak with the building department supervisor.”
“That would be great. Is he free?”
“I’ll check for you. Have a seat.”
“Thanks.”
Burke did as asked but had hoped to be shown in without having to wait. There was a lot to do back at the office and he had a scheduled call with his cousin soon. After ten minutes he began to look at his watch. Probably he should have called ahead to make an appointment. He didn’t want to be perceived as presumptuous. That little detail would spread like a wind-driven wildfire and not make his work life in this small town easier.
Just when he was wondering whether or not to leave a message that he would call and schedule a time, Sally walked back behind the counter.
“Sorry I took so long, Burke. Had to update John on some things. He’ll see you now.”
Burke had seen John Donnelly, Building Supervisor, stenciled on the door to this office. “Thank you.”
“Follow me. Through there.” She pointed to the door separating the waiting area from the back offices.
Sally led him down the hall to the last office, which was probably the biggest. The door was open and she poked her head in. “John, this is the fella I was telling you about.”
“Thanks, Sally.” The man was in his late fifties, with gray hair and brown eyes. He was a little over six feet tall because they were eye-to-eye when he stood and held out his hand. “John Donnelly. Nice to meet you, Mr. Holden.”
“Burke.”
“Okay.” He indicated the two chairs in front of a desk where construction plans were unrolled for further scrutiny. In the corners of the room, similar rolls were standing up in stacks, probably blueprints waiting for approval. “Have a seat, Burke.”
“Thanks.”
“What can I do for you?”
“I wanted to introduce myself. As you probably know, I’m in charge of building the resort up on the mountain. It’s my job to facilitate construction, cross the t’s and dot the i’s. In my experience, the process of doing that is much smoother after I get to know who I’ll be working with.”
John, cool and assessing, leaned back in his desk chair. “I can see that.”
“It would also be helpful to know what paperwork the county requires. Every one is a little different.”
“Sure.” The other man nodded.
“I’ve researched codes and zoning restrictions for Blackwater Lake but wanted to find out from the guy in charge if I have the latest information.”
“I can help you with that.”
“It would speed things along to know how many copies of the building plans and site plans you require. How much detail we need to add. Make sure you don’t have to ask for more documentation.” Burke looked at the man, who was nodding his agreement.
“That would sure help us out at this end,” he admitted.
“Mayor Goodson assured me that the length of time required and the permit application process is shorter and less intense than a city like Chicago, Los Angeles or New York. Simply because here there’s not the large volume of requests.”
“True enough. But we keep busy.”
“I have no doubt. The thing is, delays can be costly and time-consuming.” Stuff that needlessly kept him away from home. And Liam. “I’d like to avoid that if possible.”
“I can sure understand that.” John leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk. “And here’s where I’m coming from, Burke. It’s come to my attention that you’re seeing Sydney McKnight.”
“We’ve met,” Burke said cautiously. The man’s pleasant tone didn’t change, but there was something uncompromising in his dark eyes. “Sir, I don’t mean to be critical here. And I’m aware that things are different in a small town. But I’m a little confused about how that information is relevant to my getting construction and electrical permits issued in a timely fashion.”
John pointed to a picture on his desk, one of several and nearly obscured by the unrolled paperwork. It was a photo of this man with his arm affectionately thrown across Syd’s shoulders. Both were smiling. “Sydney is my niece.”
Burke did his best not to show surprise. If the last name had been the same, he’d have been better prepared. This guy must be her deceased mother’s brother. “I see.”
“Maybe you do. Maybe not. It’s not clear from what I hear whether or not you’re dating my niece, but you should know that I’ve been extraprotective of her since the day she was born. So I’d prefer that she’s a happy camper. That girl and my brother-in-law have been through a lot. I’d sure hate to see anyone do anything to hurt her.” He hesitated a moment, letting the words sink in. “And whatever the mayor told you about a short waiting period for plan approval could be a little off. If you get my drift.”
Burke definitely got it. The drift was clear. Don’t do Sydney wrong or the permits could be delayed, costing him time and money.
He stood and met the other man’s gaze. “I assure you that Sydney is safe with me.”
“Sure hope so, son.”
Burke shook the man’s hand, left the office, nodded to Sally behind the desk, then walked into the hall and back down the stairs the way he’d come. This was an aspect of small-town life that he hadn’t taken into account. Since his philosophy was not to get deeply involved with a woman, it hadn’t occurred to him there was a potential conflict of interest if he did.
Still, he was pretty sure he’d told Syd’s uncle the truth about her being safe with him. She wasn’t looking to get serious and had volunteered to handle the details about them breaking up. Considering that, she should be able to pull off convincing everyone that she wasn’t hurt by their