He’d never liked to sing aloud because he couldn’t hold a tune, but he knew all the words.
Some things didn’t change.
It took only a couple of hours to clean the cabin and they moved to the next one.
As they worked, she mentally reviewed her next priority.She wanted to make sure she had a couple of social media accounts ready to go when Barry arrived.Then all they needed to do was tidy the outside and the cottages would be ready for guests.
Perhaps she’d give a restoration discount and offer a return customer discount as well.And if the social media accounts took off, she could add a page where people could donate to the restoration.
Ethan chuckled and she glanced up.
“What new idea did you just have?”
She flushed.“Just thinking about social media and bookings.”
“That brain of yours is such a turn-on, Chels.”
Her whole body flushed.“Don’t tease.”
“Trust me, I’m not teasing.”
She didn’t have a response.The few men she’d dated in the past said she over thought things and didn’t like her lack of spontaneity.But it was hard to be spontaneous when you grew up counting every cent.
She finished cleaning the kitchen and glanced around the space.“Aunt Maggie will have linen somewhere.”She hadn’t found it in the rooms she’d been through, but maybe it was in the linen cupboard in the house.
“Will you make up all the beds?”Ethan asked.
“Not yet.I’ll just do the cabin Barry is staying in.”She’d figure out what was best as she had more guests.
Together they left the cabin and she locked it.The day had been productive.They’d cleaned the cabins inside and outside and she’d taken photos to add to her social media and website.
“What’s next?”Ethan asked.
“I need to work on the marketing, so you can take a break.”She was a little concerned about his limp, which had become more pronounced as the day had worn on.
“I’m good for another couple of hours,” he said.“It feels great to be doing something again.”
He winced as he took an awkward step.
Chelsea raised her eyebrows.“You don’t look like you’re good for another couple of hours.”
“Nothing a couple of painkillers won’t fix.”
She recognised that expression.That was his stubborn, going-to-do-what-he-wanted-to-show-he-could look.“What have the doctors told you?”
He scowled.“The fracture is healed, but I’m only allowed light exercise for another month.”
“Did you need crutches?”
“I had a walking frame and then a cane.”He didn’t glance at her.
“Did you bring your cane with you?”
He grimaced.“It’s in my car.”
She placed a hand on his arm.“I know you hate being injured, but pushing through it won’t make it heal any faster.”
“What if it never heals properly?”
