“Do you know him?” Noah asked, still watching the man through the window.
“No. But he looked kind of familiar.”
“I thought that too.”
Noah slipped an arm around her back and led her outside.
“Is this your car?” he asked, a look of what could only be described as concern on his face as he stared at it.
“It is.”
“What happened to the Subaru?”
“I sold it.”
“And boughtthis? Why?”
Shit. You’d think she’d have rehearsed an answer by now. “I just did.”
His eyes narrowed. “Do you need money, Indie?”
Double shit. “No.” Well, yes, but no way in hell was she taking any from her big brother. She was an adult. She’d figure this out herself.
Before he could respond, she wrapped her arms around him in a big bear hug. “It’s so good to have you back.”
“Indie—”
“Just say it back, Noah.”
There was an exaggerated sigh before he wrapped his arms around her. “It’s good tobeback.”
She pulled away. “Good luck meeting with your contractor.”
“Thanks. We’ve had a few phone calls, so I’m not concerned. You can come check it out if you want.”
With Colt there? That was a big fat no. Not right now, at least. She needed to warm up to the idea of seeing him first. “I’ve got some photos to edit.”
“Okay. I’ll call you.”
She smiled, and Noah squeezed her arm before she slid into the car. And even though her life kind of felt like a mess with Colt being back, the IVF stuff, and her money issues, it was still nice to have her big brother home in Amber Ridge.
At least one thing was good.
CHAPTER 4
Colt climbed out of his Audi, the cool mountain air hitting him in the face.
Fuck, it was good to be home.
And it was even better to be back here at the old adventure park where he’d spent so much of his childhood. The second he’d found out it was up for sale, he bought it. What the hell else was he supposed to do with the trust fund his grandparents had given him?
He crossed the parking lot to the old log cabin. Or more accurately, the pile of logs that now only faintly resembled the cabin it used to be. The place was supposed to have a reception area, an office, and a kitchenette…but right now, it was falling apart.
He looked past the cabin to the trees. There was no fencing around the property; there never had been.
Two hundred acres of rough landscape that had once been a thriving adventure park. Rock climbing and bouldering. Hiking and mountain bike trails. An old zip line course. Even cabin rentals around a camping site.
How long would it take to get the place back to the way it had been?
