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“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “I’m not letting it go down any road.”
“Then why was she in your room last night?”
“We were putting up ads for the festival. I told you we were going to before she came over.”
“Which was why I didn’t think anything of it until…”
“Until…” he prompted.
“Until she stayed the whole night,” she responded with a wince.
Having his sister keep track of what he was doing felt like an invasion of privacy. He’d always been a lone wolf, wasn’t used to that sort of thing. Neither did he like it. “You were up waiting for her to leave?”
Her eyes widened. “No! God, no! I used to watch the parking lot like a hawk—when I was here alone. But with the storm, I didn’t expect anyone to be out and about. And now that you’re on the property, I admit I sleep better at night. I went to bed around eleven, didn’t even realize she was still here. I wouldn’t have thought about it again if Glenda hadn’t called to see what was going on between you two.”
He stepped away from the counter. “Glenda called you?”
“She did,” she admitted with a frown.
“Why?”
“She claims she’s worried about Patience, doesn’t want to see her get hurt. If you ask me, she’s more worried about Patience winding up with another man she wants, but still…”
“She’s stirring up trouble.”
“Maybe not ‘trouble,’ but she’s definitely sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.”
His stepsister always saw things in a rosy light, but Kanon wasn’t convinced. “After marrying Patience’s ex, it takes some nerve to claim she’s afraid I might hurt Patience.”
“She swears up and down that she and Jack never cheated.”
“Even if that’s true…”
“I know,” she relented.
“Anyway, I’m not interested in Glenda, so it’s pointless for her to pay any attention to me.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
She leaned closer to him. “What about Patience?”
He was attracted to Patience but that didn’t mean he was interested. He’d already decided that he’d be stupid to get involved with the preacher’s daughter. That last night was somehow turning into a big deal simply proved it. “I’m not interested in either one of them,” he said. “Now, can we talk about the par 3 golf hole I plan to build on the lot next door?”
“The what?” she said, straightening.
“There isn’t a golf course within a hundred miles of here. I think it’d be smart to add a couple of holes as an inexpensive amenity we can tout on social media.”
“Where would we put it?”
“On the lot next door.”
“But we don’t own the lot next door.”
“It’s nothing but raw land. I bet the owner will lease it to us for cheap—maybe even for nothing as long as we keep the weeds down until he wants to do something with it himself.”
“When might that be?” she asked.
