Honeymoon Mountain Bride. Leanne Banks

pulled over. He got out of his SUV with the gas can he kept in the back of his car and strode toward her, immediately filling her tank. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.

      His younger sister was wide-eyed and restless, but she nodded. “I’m okay.”

      “You don’t look it,” he said.

      She twisted her mouth. “I’m working on it.”

      “Next time, call me before you leave the house,” he said, escorting her to her car.

      “You ever just want to get in your car and drive forever?” she asked.

      “Yeah, but there are people counting on me,” he said.

      “You’ve always been the responsible one,” she said as she climbed into the driver’s seat.

      “You’re getting there,” Benjamin said. “You told me you’re becoming. You’re on a journey.”

      “Getting there?” she echoed with a laugh. “Sometimes I’m not sure about that.”

      “Becoming,” he said. “You’re becoming. We’re all damn becoming.”

      She met his gaze and grinned. “You believe in me when you shouldn’t.”

      “I believe in who you are becoming,” he said. Someone had to believe in her so she could believe in herself.

      “I’ll keep working on it,” she said. “Thanks for coming for me.”

      Benjamin took a deep breath, got in his car and followed his sister home. On the way, however, his lips burned as he remembered kissing Vivian. She tempted him now more than ever. More than that time she’d invited him into the lake to skinny-dip with her.

      He gritted his teeth and shook his head. Vivian was not in his future. She wasn’t for him. She never had been, and she never would be. He had responsibilities, and he’d learned the hard way when his fiancé had ditched him. His obligations and life in this small town would cramp the style of a Southern flower like Vivian.

      * * *

      After Vivian arrived at the lodge, she went to her room and took a shower. In other circumstances, this might have been an opportunity to reconnect with her sisters, but between her outing with Millicent and her encounter with Benjamin, she felt tapped out. All she wanted was a good night’s rest. It took mere seconds for her to fall asleep.

      A few hours later, a sharp rap on the door abruptly awakened her. Vivian jerked upright in her bed.

      “Missy! There’s been a fire,” Grayson called from the other side of the door.

      Panic raced through her. “Oh, no. Please come in. What’s wrong?”

      The door opened and Grayson lifted his hands in distress. “There’s a fire. One of the cabins is burning.”

      “No! No!” Alarm hit her like icy water. “Did you dial emergency?”

      “The fire department is on the way, but I don’t know if they’ll get here in time.”

      “Let me get dressed and I’ll come right out.” Grayson left the room and she traded her pajamas for a pair of jeans, T-shirt and jacket.

      Vivian raced down the hall past Grayson and pounded on Temple’s room. Within a few seconds, Temple jerked open her door. “What’s going on?”

      “A fire in one of the cabins,” Vivian said. “Get Jillian.”

      Vivian raced out the back door of the lodge, down the steps and across the back lawn to the cabin that was burning. She stared at it, wishing she could douse the fire. Thank goodness there were no guests. Surely she could do something.

      Before she knew it, she felt Temple grab one of her hands. Jillian took her other hand. She stared at the fire and knew her sisters were staring into it, too.

      “Why is it taking so long for the fire department to get here?” Jillian asked.

      “We’re too far away,” Vivian said. “Up the mountain, and they’re down in the valley.”

      “They should be able to get here faster,” Jilly said helplessly.

      She and her sisters clung to each other as they watched the cabin burn. A fire engine finally arrived and sprayed the cabin, but it was too late. The cabin was a smoldering ruin.

      Vivian couldn’t explain it, but her heart was broken. Grayson came to her and shook his head. “I’m so sorry. I tried to keep everything in the lodge up to code, but the last couple of years, Jedediah didn’t want to overspend on the cabins, and he just didn’t seem to have the energy.”

      Vivian took a deep breath. She knew the wiring for the cabins was primitive at best. She put her hand on his. “I’m just glad no one was in there tonight.”

      Grayson nodded. A fireman approached her and Grayson, asked a few questions, filled out a report and left.

      Exhausted, Vivian returned to the lodge with her sisters.

      “Let’s have something to eat,” Jillian said and urged the three of them to the kitchen.

      “I’m not that hungry,” Vivian said.

      “Neither am I,” Temple added.

      “You will be in a few minutes,” Jillian said and placed a pan on the stove top. Soon she was frying potatoes, bacon and eggs. She placed plates in front of Vivian and Temple, then served herself.

      Vivian tried but couldn’t take a bite. She closed her eyes and opened them. “I’m not sure I want to sell,” she whispered.

      “I don’t want to, either,” Jilly said and shoveled a forkful of food into her mouth.

      Temple gaped at both of them. “Are you out of your minds? This place is a money pit.”

      “Maybe. Probably,” Vivian said. “But I can’t let it go yet. Especially after tonight. The whole place feels like an elderly relative and I can’t stand to see the whole place go down. We couldn’t save Dad. Maybe we can save the lodge.”

      “Even though we may need to fix the wiring in the cabins?” Temple asked.

      Vivian’s stomach twisted because she knew Temple was the most financially astute of the three of them. “Yep,” she said.

      Temple groaned. “Everything about this is wrong. I’ve studied this six ways from Sunday, and we’re going to have a very tough trip to make it successful.”

      “So, you’re saying we can make it successful,” Jilly said.

      Temple frowned at her. “It’s an outside chance.”

      “I think it’s a chance I have to take,” Vivian said.

      “Me, too,” Jilly said and shoveled another big bite into her mouth.

      Temple sighed, looking from one of them to the other. “Well. Against my better judgment.”

      “You’re in,” Jilly said, clapping her hands.

      “Let her finish,” Vivian said. “I want to hear her say it.”

      Temple sighed. “I’m in.”

      “Yay,” Jilly said, and gave a hoot of victory.

      “That said, I’ll be watching every nickel and dime,” Temple warned. “Every nickel and dime.”

      “I guess that means I can’t write off pedicures,” Jilly said.

      Vivian snickered, but Temple squeezed her forehead as if she were in pain.

      * * *

      After an extensive discussion with a local electrician, it appeared that all the cabins might require rewiring and possible plumbing repairs. The job of fixing one cabin was growing by the minute. Vivian went into town, concerned