“You’re welcome. I hope it brings you many years of good luck.”
“Me too.”
“Will you come back to visit again?” she asked.
His eyes lit. “Can I?”
“Absolutely.”
“I…uh.”
“What is it?” she prompted.
“Can I tell my friends you gave me this?”
“Of course.” Harlow impulsively hugged him. “You can even tell them I gave you a hug.”
“This is the best day ever.” Tristan jumped up and down.
Brett laughed out loud. “We had better get going. It’s getting late and I’m sure the driver is already out front waiting for us.”
Morgan touched Harlow’s arm and whispered in her ear. “Thank you so much. Tristan needed a fun day and a good luck charm.”
Harlow waited until they were gone. “What a sweet boy. He’s gone through some rough stuff.”
“You know how he feels,” David said. “Well? What are your thoughts about the Easton’s proposal?”
“I have to admit I’m surprised.’
“Me too. To be honest, I never saw that coming.”
Chapter 7
Harlow stood at the end of the driveway, her breath catching in her throat as she gazed at Lighthouse Lane. Despite the dumpsters and work trailers, she envisioned the end result—her cozy stone cottage being brought back to life, waiting for her to step inside and start making memories.
She’d initially planned to add privacy and security fences on the side facing the road until realizing it would partially block her view of the lake and lighthouse, at least from the first floor. She couldn’t bear the thought of ruining the main reason she’d been drawn to the cottage in the first place…the spectacular view.
The clip-clop of horses’ hooves caught her ear. Harlow watched as an island taxi stopped in front of her driveway. The Mackies, right on time, climbed out.
“Thanks for the ride.” Eryn tipped the driver and reminded him to swing back by to pick them up.
Abby darted over and hugged Harlow. “Can you believe it? You’re a bona fide Mackinac Island property owner.”
“I know it doesn’t look like much, but it’s all mine,” Harlow beamed.
“Have you gone inside?” Meg asked.
“Not yet. I was trying to make a mental list of everything I’ll need to do to keep tourists and paparazzi away without ruining my view by putting up an ugly fence.”
“Lots of alarms,” Peyton said.
“And a gun,” Noelle added.
“What about a guard dog?” Eryn suggested.
“A guard dog?”
“A trained German Shepherd would be enough to scare off even the nosiest of news people,” Abby said.
