Eve had offered. Traders. American Indians. Gold. That was the core, the mother lode.
She picked up the plate and coffee cup and went inside, placed them in the sink and looked at her watch. It was a little after eight. She washed the dishes, put them away, then called Eve.
After the preliminaries, she got to the point. “You and Nate mentioned Al Monroe, that he might have original journals from 1850. I would very much like to read them. Question is, how do I approach Mr. Monroe?”
“Quite honestly, I think if you called, he would say no,” Eve said. “He’s had a couple of tragedies these past few years, and he’s retreated from nearly everyone. But he’s very proud of his family roots. We’ll talk about it tonight.”
“You think he would approve of me writing a short history of the town?”
“I never know with Al. I’m not one of his favorite people, but he surprises me at times. He was a curmudgeon on the town council, but under a gruff exterior he really cares about Covenant Falls.”
Andy digested that answer. It raised several questions. And suspicions. She didn’t like being manipulated, either for her own good or for someone else’s.
But despite any misgivings, she was hooked. One of her character flaws was an obsession to finish whatever she started. “What time tonight?” she asked.
“Around six,” Eve said. “Oh, I asked Nate to come as well, since you’ve already met him. If it’s okay, he’ll pick you up. Josh will be working his magic with steaks, and we’re a bit hard to find.”
“It’s fine,” Andy said and with a goodbye hung up. She stood there for a moment. It wasn’t fine at all. Nate was being thrown at her, and she resented it. He probably did, too. He had been helpful last night, but the last thing she wanted, or needed, was a matchmaker hovering around. Damn.
* * *
NATE AND JOSH spent Saturday-morning meeting with the newly hired manager for the Covenant Falls Inn. The daughter of one of his mother’s friends, Susan Hall, had been a hotel manager in Las Vegas—not for one of the huge luxury hotels, but a small boutique hotel.
She was recently divorced and had been looking for a job far away from the ex-husband when her mother had heard about the opening for a manager. Susan was hired after the first interview.
“It may not be permanent,” Nate had warned. “We’re all out on a limb here.”
“It doesn’t matter. Right now, it’s a godsend.”
“You can hire the rest of the staff,” Nate said. “Let us know what you need and recommended salaries.”
“We’ll start off slow until we know about the market,” she said. “I can fill several positions. We’ll need a night manager. I’ll take care of the day desk.”
“We’ll need a cook,” Nate said.
“A chef,” Josh said with a wry smile.
“A cook,” Nate insisted.
Susan laughed. “Maybe we could get Maude.”
“Hell, no,” Nate said. “The town would drive us out on a rail. But we have other great cooks in town. We start out using home talent. Mrs. Byars, for instance, could provide brownies for each room, and Ethel Jones is a great cook. She’s widowed and could use money. We could hire a young person to help her while getting training.”
“I like it,” Josh said. “The whole idea is to bring jobs to the town.”
“I’ll talk to Mrs. Jones,” Nate said. “I have better diplomatic skills than Josh.”
“I resent that,” Josh said. “Eve says I’m one hundred percent improved.”
Nate rolled his eyes. “One hundred percent of zero is still zero.”
Susan laughed. “I think I’m going to like this job.” She looked down at the dog sitting next to Josh. “I take it the inn will be animal friendly.”
“Yep,” Josh said.
“Take a hard look throughout the property, Susan,” Nate said. “See if there’s anything we missed or that we need. We used every wholesale and going-out-of-business company in the country. Call me or Josh anytime with a problem. I’ll take the easy ones, and he, as president of this budding firm, will take the hard ones.”
“When do we open?”
“We have an informal opening in seven weeks. We’ve invited a number of travel agents and tourist information people. We have about eight couples who have accepted. I would like to open to the public shortly after that. As soon as you think we’re ready, we’ll put out news releases saying we’re open.”
“I have contacts with travel magazines and websites,” Susan said. “I’ll get in touch.” She hesitated, then said, “You don’t have the sign yet.”
“No.”
“You might want to think about the name. Something chic and catchy.”
“The Covenant Falls Inn isn’t chic and catchy?” Nate asked.
“Truthfully?” Susan answered.
“We’ll think about it,” Josh said. “We haven’t confirmed the design yet with the sign company.” Josh stood, ending the meeting. “We’re really happy to have you,” Josh said to Susan.
“Not nearly as happy as I am to be here. We’ll make it work,” she replied.
Nate and Josh walked out together. “She might just do that,” Josh said.
“I like your enthusiasm,” Nate replied drily.
“I hear you’re coming to dinner tonight.”
“All Eve has to say is ‘steaks.’”
“I also hear Eve conned you into meeting our new arrival.”
“Yep.”
“That tells me a lot,” Josh said.
“She’s like most of us when we got back. There’s a lot of pain there.”
“You liked her.”
“She’s nice enough. Obviously hurting. But don’t you or Eve even think of matchmaking. She’s certainly not ready, and neither am I.”
“I would never harbor the thought,” Josh said. “A confirmed bachelor is a confirmed bachelor.” He smirked.
“I mean it,” Nate said.
“I know you’ve been avoiding every woman in town and something bad went down. You don’t talk much about personal things, my friend.”
“Not just bad. I was an idiot. I fell for a pair of blue eyes and a sad story. I thought I could fix things. I discovered I’m not worth a damn in fixing broken things. I married for the wrong reason and to do the right thing, and it exploded on me. My ex-wife had totally different motives, including another guy. I ended up losing my career as well as everything I had saved.”
Josh knew the results. Nate had returned to Covenant Falls two years ago. He’d worked at every construction job he could find. It was how they’d met—Josh had needed help installing a new floor and hired Nate. He found a talented craftsman with three years toward an architecture degree in addition to eight years in the army.
Nate had shared stories about his time in Iraq but not the years afterward. Josh had never asked and never would, but he knew Nate carried a load of hurt. He’d just had a glimpse of how heavy it was.
Josh gave him a searching look, then nodded. “Eve is going to ask you to pick her up tonight. She and I will be cooking, and Andy doesn’t know Clint or Stephanie. Do that, and I’ll tell—ah, ask—her to refrain from asking anything else. Okay?”
Nate