"I'm still shocked Josie managed to convince them to sell. I wish I had been there to see your faces!" Jack said with a laugh.
"They were pretty surprised," Josie said, coming by with a large bowl of potato salad to put into one of the fridges.
"I think at this point," Greg said, "all is more than forgiven. And I'm sure we can fix your debt situation."
"Nope," Josie said, shutting the fridge door. "At the end of the day, it was my decision. I went to Morocco. I used the hotel. I bought the fancy clothes and the expensive drinks. I need to pay for it. I have a plan. I'll pay it off in three years and four months. Garrett made me a spreadsheet."
"I already forgave her," Liam said.
"Yes," Jack added, "we need you to spearhead the marketing effort for some of our new products."
"So you'll be spending a lot more time in Manhattan, then?" Greg asked. "Because we have some real estate deals that could use your eyes."
"What? Wait," I told my brothers. "She's not moving to Manhattan. She has to stay here."
They immediately started arguing with me.
"You fired her and kicked her out."
"You don't get to have any say on her time!" Liam yelled.
"I can go back and forth," Josie said.
"It's a quick train ride to Harrogate, and the drive wasn't that bad," Chloe added. The short blonde bounced on her heels, grinning.
We all looked at her.
"I also want your thoughts on some marketing. I'm thinking about a franchise in Harrogate!" Chloe said in a rush. The two women screamed, and Josie hugged her.
"And if Chloe's opening a franchise here, then hopefully Jack and Liam will be spending more time in Harrogate," Josie said. She had a slightly guilty look on her face.
"Why do you need them here?" I growled.
"Ah, there was one other part of the land deal," she said. "I promised Art a top-of-the-line custom distillery from Platinum Provisions."
"A distillery!" Liam said loudly. "Count me in!"
"I'll still be here, Mace," Josie said, hugging me. "Don't worry!"
"At least move into the cabin so you're not sneaking around in sin," Greg snapped.
A horn blared outside. We could hear it through the window.
"That better not be another bus," I said, not bothering to take off my apron before racing outside.
"You can't let Remy run roughshod over everything," Greg told me. "Hunter said he's been talking about getting goats."
We pushed through the large glass doors out onto the terrace in time to see Archer in the green school bus towing a brand new, large—
"Tiny house!" Chloe yelled. "Oh my God, it's so cute! We should get a tiny house, Jack!" Jack didn't seem all that enthusiastic about the idea.
My little brothers, who Adrian had all organized to clean up the expansive back lawn, stopped what they were doing and looked over at us.
Hunter walked out from the study off the opposite side of the terrace, trailed by Remy, who was saying, "They'll be good for the land, and you can make cheese…"
"I'd pay good money to see Jack Frost live in a tiny house," Hunter said.
"Did Hunter Svensson just make a funny?" Jack asked, biting back a grin.
