Joey gestured toward the shelves and coolers. “Of the stuff. We should be doing it regularly.”
Rob rolled his eyes, but he didn’t care enough to fight about it. It had probably been Danny’s idea, anyway. Instead, he opened the campground’s email account and started sorting through the bids they’d been collecting for personalized merchandise. At the very least, they needed to get some T-shirts made. The previous owner had left four boxes of them in the storage closet, but they all had the wrong telephone number on them.
It was tedious work because it wasn’t just a matter of price. There was also the quality of the product and the screen printing process. And the one that had, hands-down, the best price also had a minimum order size of five hundred. Who the hell needed five hundred T-shirts for anything?
When the door opened and Rob saw Hannah walking in, his entire body lit up. Their gazes locked and the smile she gave him melted away the sour mood he’d been in since the last time he saw her.
Then she spotted Joey, who was actually counting individual bags of marshmallows. The smile stayed on her face, but the wattage dimmed slightly.
“Hi, Hannah,” he said. “Good to see you again.”
“You, too. You picked a good weekend to be here, I guess. The weather’s supposed to be great.”
“Hot enough for Nora to be in the pool, but not so hot and humid I die sitting poolside watching her is excellent weather.”
“Oh, is Nora here, too?”
“Yeah, but she ran off with Brian and Stella. I’m sure you’ll run into her at some point.”
When Hannah finally made it to the counter, Rob cast a glance at Joey and found him still counting, so he leaned across the counter and Hannah met him halfway for a quick kiss.
“What can I do for you today?” he asked, trying to keep as much innuendo as possible out of his voice because they weren’t alone. She caught it anyway, but other than raising her eyebrow, she didn’t respond to it. “Fair warning, not a good weekend to shoplift.”
“I don’t think our campers are shoplifting,” Joey protested loudly. “I think you and Brian are taking stuff off the shelves and not marking it down.”
“Maybe a water here and there, but I promise Brian and I are not sitting around eating bags of marshmallows.” After taking a breath, he gave all of his attention back to Hannah. “Sorry about that. What’s up?”
“It says in the contract that any overnight visitors have to be approved by you.” She cleared her throat, still looking down at her phone screen on which he could make out the seasonal agreement for her site. “So I guess I need to get you to approve an overnight guest for me.”
Hell no, he didn’t want to approve an overnight guest for Hannah—not if it was some guy, anyway.
Not that it was any of his business, of course. And, unless there was some giant red flag, he’d approve her visitor because that was his job. But if she’d invited a man to join her overnight in her camper? Rob wasn’t sure what, if any, right he had to question her about it, but he was going to do a lot of tossing and turning and trying not to think about it if it was the case.
“Okay. I just need to write down the details and when your guest arrives, they should check in here.” He flipped open a file and took out the guest form they’d put together.
“Name?” he asked, trying to sound as professional as possible.
“Erika Dawson.”
His breath left him in a relieved rush before he could stop it, and then he gave her a sheepish grin. “Your podcast partner’s coming to visit?”
“Yes, she is.” She stabbed her finger at him. “You thought I invited a guy to sleep over.”
“No, I didn’t,” he lied.
“Yes, you did.” She put her hands on her hips. “And you were just going to approve that?”
“My job is to keep track of who’s in the campground, not to judge your choices.” He shrugged, struggling not to grin. “Even really, really bad ones.”
Joey cleared his throat and Hannah’s cheeks turned a cute shade of pink. She’d obviously forgotten he was there, and while she was comfortable with Brian, she didn’t really know Joey.
“I’ll just let you fill it out yourself,” he said, spinning the paper around so it faced her and setting the pen on top.
While she was bent over the counter to write, Rob looked at Joey over the top of her head. Then he jerked his head toward the door, trying to send the message he’d like for his brother to go away and leave him alone with Hannah.
Joey pulled out his phone, sat in the chair and started scrolling. Rob wanted to throw something at him, but that would only make it worse. Sometimes older brothers were like feral animals—it didn’t pay to show weakness.
“I won’t know her license plate number until she gets here. I offered to go get her, but she’s renting a car.”
