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“Just going through some paperwork. Looking at numbers.” He chuckled when Rob rolled his eyes. As a partner who was supposed to be silent, but who’d invested the most, Danny had ridden them pretty hard about expenses last year. “I think you should be drawing a paycheck.”

He looked confused. “What do you mean? That’s not how it’s set up.”

“I know, but I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I’ve been digging around the reports since I got here. The four of us did this thing, but now there are families involved. Joey and Brian kept their jobs. Yes, Brian gave up the summer jobs, but as we’ve seen this spring, he can pick up work whenever he wants. You are the only one who’s made this campground his full-time job.”

“Hannah and I are really happy here. We don’t pay rent, utilities or taxes from our own pockets. She works. I have so much more time for my photography, and I’ve sold some pictures. The campground paid for the supplies for the work we did on the house.”

“But not your labor.”

Rob shrugged. “There’s not a lot else to do here in the winter, though I put a lot of miles on the snowmobile, I’ll admit.”

“And your food and all that. Tell me you’re not dipping into your savings.”

“This year, we’re going to start seeing profit. We’ve got a handle on it, and I’m okay with the way things are.”

“It’s not fair,” Danny protested.

“Look.” Rob shoved a hand through his hair and leaned forward so his elbows were on his knees. “I’m okay with the way things are right now. And between you and me, I’m afraid if I start drawing a paycheck, then it’ll becomeonlymy job. Right now, the only leverage I have to keep from doing this alone is sibling guilt.”

Danny looked into his brother’s eyes and saw that he truly meant what he was saying, so he nodded. “Okay. I get that. But promise me, if you start feeling resentment or things get tight for you, you’ll come to me.”

“Deal.” Rob relaxed back into the chair. “Maybe now, while you’re feeling kind of bad about my workload, is a good time to bring up the fact we need the stuff to do that work on the laundry area.”

Danny laughed. Getting the stuff meant making the long drive to the nearest town with box stores because they’d priced out what they’d need at the local hardware store. It was definitely worth time and gas to travel for it. He was a little annoyed the list hadn’t been made while he was still down south because bringing it with him would have been the cheapest option.

“I can go now. I’m not really doing anything else, and while I’m there, I can hit up the drive-through and get a coffee I didn’t have to make myself.” He closed out of the documents open on the computer screen and pulled out his phone to take a photo of the supplies list set on the counter. “You want to text Hannah and see if she needs anything while I’m there?”

By the time he got on the road, his list of errands had grown, as he’d known it would. When it took half a day to get there, grab what you need and then drive back, there was a tendency to lump those errands together.

He hit the building supplies store first, thankful he had a locking tonneau cover on his truck to protect the wood, water-resistant paneling, caulking, new fittings and everything else they needed to revamp the musty laundry room and make it easier to clean.

Then he went off to buy the groceries. He’d known when he saw Rob setting two coolers by the truck to put in his back seat, it would be quite a list. Perishables definitely cost more at the local stores, so Hannah wasn’t messing around.

Danny was crouched in front of what looked like thousands of cans of tuna fish, wondering why there were so many to choose from, when he heard a laugh he would have recognized anywhere.

He stood and turned to find the source of the sound, almost bumping into the cart he’d been crouched behind. And there she was, just a few feet away, her lips parting in surprise when their gazes locked.

“Kenzie.” He usually liked a few seconds’ warning when he was about to see her so he could brace himself against the usual reaction. Increased heart rate. Weak knees. That sort of thing. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She smiled, her beautiful dark eyes crinkling at the corners. Right—shortness of breath. That was the other thing.

“So also hi, I guess,” the woman next to Kenzie said, startling Danny because he’d already forgotten she was there. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Rhylee Atwell, Kenzie’s cousin.”

“Danny Kowalski,” he said, reaching out to shake her hand. “I’m one of the brothers who bought the Birch Brook Campground.”

“Oh, right. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

He wanted to know more about that. Had she heard a lot about him because he was one of the brothers who bought and reopened the campground? Did she know he was an author?

Or had she heard about him from Kenzie?

As much as he was supposed to spread the word about the campground or his books as often as possible, he hoped it was the latter.

It had been a few days since he’d seen Kenzie, when his self-control had slipped and he’d try to spend the afternoon with her instead of working on the hefty to-do list on the campground store’s counter.

“I’ve met two of your brothers—Rob and Brian—but you haven’t been in to town hall,” Rhylee said.

“They handle all of that stuff. I’m just helping out with the winter cleanup and getting the place ready to open.”