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  Kayla could only hope to be so fortunate.

  Lily released her. “Where’s your stuff?”

  “In the truck.”

  “Well, let’s get you unpacked because I have something I can’t wait to show you.”

  “Such as?” Kayla watched her friend as they started off the porch.

  “You’ll have to wait and see.”

  When they returned with her things, another woman stood just inside the door, holding a tiny baby.

  “Look who’s finally awake.” Lily grinned at the child, setting Kayla’s suitcase on the wooden floor. “Kayla, this is Carly, my soon-to-be sister-in-law.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Kayla.” The woman had blond curls and smiled warmly, her countenance one of contentment.

  “And this little guy here—” Lily reached for the babe’s fisted hand “—is Lucas.”

  Moving closer, Kayla couldn’t stop staring. From his downy dark hair to his barely there nose and slow-motion movements... “He’s so little. How old is he?”

  “Five weeks tomorrow,” said Carly.

  Kayla could hardly believe that in only four short months, she’d be holding her own baby.

  “When are you due?” Carly noted her belly.

  “February.”

  “Do you know what you’re having?”

  “No, she does not.” Lily frowned. “And the suspense is killing me.”

  Clearing her throat, Kayla regarded her friend. “As a very wise person recently said to me, you’ll just have to wait and see.”

  “Fine.” Lily rolled her green eyes and reached for the suitcase. “Come on, I’ll show you your room.” She started for the stairs that swept up one side of the parlor.

  “Kayla, I put you in the Hayden Room,” Carly called after them from the parlor below. “Not only does it have a great view, it’s the farthest away from our room down here, so you shouldn’t hear the baby.”

  “I’m sure it’ll be perfect. Although, I guess I should get used to hearing a baby’s cry.” She’d be alone, after all. A truth she sometimes found rather terrifying.

  “Ah, don’t rush it.” The blonde looked lovingly at her child, then back to Kayla. “Enjoy the uninterrupted sleep while you can.”

  Entering the room at the end of the hall, Lily set the suitcase on the plush gray carpet. “What do you think?”

  Kayla moved behind her. “This is gorgeous.” From the magnificent view through antique glass to the four-poster queen bed with luxurious bedding...

  “Check out the claw-foot tub in the bathroom.” Lily nodded in the general direction.

  Dropping her hanging clothes and overnight case onto the antique settee, Kayla hurried into the adjoining bathroom with its black-and-white mosaic floor, white beadboard wainscoting and, yes, a claw-foot tub.

  “Lily, I may never want to leave this place.”

  Her friend appeared in the doorway. “Are you referring to your room or Ouray?”

  “My room. Though Ouray is pretty inviting, too.”

  “I’m glad to hear you say that.” Turning, a grinning Lily moved back into the bedroom.

  As if Kayla wouldn’t follow. “Why?”

  Lily crossed to the clothes Kayla had left on the settee and picked them up. “Because I have a proposition for you.” She opened the door of the small closet and hung them on the rod.

  “What kind of proposition?” Kayla eased onto the side of the bed, her fingers digging into the softness.

  “Are you familiar with the old Congress Hotel?”

  “White wooden structure on the other side of town?”

  “That’s the one.”

  “I think I went inside it once. As I recall, it had some pretty cool features.”

  “Yes, it does.” Lily met her gaze. “Which is only part of the reason I bought it.”

  Kayla’s eyes went wide. “You bought it? What kind of shape is it in? I mean, it wasn’t that great seven years ago.”

  “And it’s been closed up for at least the last five, so I’m sure it’s even worse than you remember.”

  “Yet you bought it?”

  “Kayla, I have fallen in love with Ouray. It’s my home. And that hotel is a part of this town’s history. A history that needs to be preserved for future generations. I want to restore it to its former glory.”

  “You’re going to restore it?” While Kayla had no doubt that Lily could afford such a venture, she couldn’t quite picture her wealthy friend wielding a hammer, let alone refinishing floors.

  “Not me personally. I’m going to hire someone to do the work.”

  “Okay, so what does that have to do with me? You want me to help you find a general contractor?”

  “Sort of.” Looking rather sheepish, Lily sat down next to her. “I’d like you to be that contractor.”

  “Lily, a restoration like that could take months. Maybe years.”

  “I’m aware of that. And I know the baby is coming and everything, but you know historical renovations better than anyone. I mean, you’ve been doing them for years.”

  “Lily, I’ve never been a general contractor before.”

  “You didn’t have the title, but you certainly had all the duties. That’s why you always talked about starting your own business.” Lily lifted a shoulder. “Even contemplated doing it somewhere other than Denver.”

  Lily was the only person in this world Kayla would have shared that with.

  “This could give you that fresh start you’ve been looking for. An opportunity to view life from a different angle. I mean, just look at how Ouray has changed my life.”

  It all sounded wonderful. Too good to be true. But after seeing Jude...

  Kayla eyed her friend. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you?”

  The corners of Lily’s mouth lifted. “Been running this conversation through my head for weeks.”

  “Seriously? You have a wedding to plan and you’re dwelling on a conversation with me?”

  “I wouldn’t call it dwelling. More like carefully calculating so I’m sure to play up all the right points.”

  Where would she be if God hadn’t brought this woman into her life? She nudged Lily with her elbow. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

  “Sweetie, you’re the sister I never had.”

  “If that’s the case, then you’re the annoying sister.”

  “A distinction I will wear proudly.” Lily paused, her expression turning serious. “So, what do you say?”

  “Let me see the place first. After I put my feet up for a few and grab a snack.”

  “You do look a little tired.” Bottom lip pooched out, Lily reached for her hand. “And here I am, pushing you to do all sorts of stuff. I’m sorry.”

  Kayla set her free hand atop Lily’s. “You’re just excited, that’s all.”

  “Still, that doesn’t give me the right to be rude.” Her friend stood. “You take all the time you need. Though I should tell you that Carly just made an apple crisp that is to die for.”

  “Ah, that’s what I smelled downstairs. Made my stomach growl.”

  “That happens when you’re eating for two.” Lily moved toward the door. “I’ll see you in a bit.” She reached for the knob and started to pull it closed.

  “Lily?” Kayla rested her back against the plethora of pillows and stretched her legs out on the bed.

  “Yes?”

  She grabbed a throw pillow, hugging it against her chest. “Don’t expect me to give you an answer right away. I’ll have to think on this one awhile.”

  Lily grinned. “I know you will. And I’ll be praying that God will lead us both to the right decision.”

  Chapter Two

  Jude eased his truck into the parking spot next to Lily’s SUV, still trying to get Kayla out
of his mind. Between last night’s conversation with his father and seeing her today, he was wound up tighter than a two-dollar watch.

  God, I sure wish I knew what You’re trying to teach me. Because whatever it was, he’d just as soon learn it and move on.

  This might be a good night to lock himself in his shop and sort through his thoughts while he turned some spindles. That always seemed to relax him.

  Killing the engine, he stared at the old Congress Hotel. The three-story wooden structure that had once been labeled “the finest on the Western Slope” seemed to be disintegrating before his eyes. The white paint was either peeling or completely gone, the open veranda on the second floor that extended over the sidewalk sagged and much of the trim appeared damaged by the elements and countless years of neglect. He hated to see it. Though its restoration would be a major undertaking for anyone.

  Noting that one of the two doors on the front of the building stood open, he climbed out, eager to learn what Lily was up to.

  Still wearing his uniform—a black tactical shirt and gray cargo pants—he continued across the sidewalk and up the concrete steps until he stood on the vintage wooden floors that graced the hotel’s lobby. With its tin ceiling and antique furnishings, it felt as though he’d stepped into another place in time.

  The sun had already dipped behind Twin Peaks along the town’s western edge, and the remaining daylight struggled to make its way through the hazy stained-glass-rimmed windows along the front.

  “Lily?” He glanced up the staircase to his left before continuing past the ornately carved registration desk. Hearing sounds coming from the dining room, he moved in that direction.

  “Lil—” The sight of Kayla standing on a ladder stopped him in his tracks and sent his mind racing back to their first meeting. They’d both been hired by a local contractor to help with the restoration of one of the largest Victorian homes in town. She’d been standing on a ladder that day, too. And he’d been smitten the first moment he saw her.

  Hauling his traitorous mind back to the present, he cleared his throat. “Do you think it’s wise for you to be up there in your condition?”

  She shot him an annoyed look before returning her focus to the peeling wallpaper. “Trust me, I was doing this long before I was in this condition.”

  “True, but your center of equilibrium is different now. What if you were to fall? What would your husband say?”

  Using what looked like a pocketknife, she carefully pried another sliver of paper away from the plaster. “I doubt he’d care.”

  Confused, he took a step closer and set a hand on the ladder, just in case. “Why do you say that?”

  She closed the knife, tucked it into the pocket of her jeans and stepped down. “Because he’s dead.”

  He stood there, blinking, feeling as though someone had just hit him with a left hook. Her husband was dead? He glanced at her swollen belly. Leaving Kayla to raise their child alone. “I—I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” She collapsed the ladder and leaned it against the wall. “My baby and I are doing just fine.”

  “Sorry, I took so long.” Lily breezed into the room then, stirring up the stale air. “Jude, I’m glad you’re here.” She looked from him to her friend. “Kayla, this is Noah’s brother Jude. He specializes in historic millwork reproduction.”

  He waited to see what Kayla would do. Would she tell Lily that they already knew each other? That they’d fallen in love? Or at least he had. Something that, apparently, hadn’t been reciprocated.

  Kayla’s gaze drifted to his. “Historic millwork?” He thought he saw a hint of a smile. “So, you’re not just a police officer.” Why did that seem to please her? And why did her reaction bolster him?

  “No, he is not,” Lily responded before he had a chance. “I’ve seen his work, and he’s quite talented. He can replicate almost anything, and you would never know it wasn’t an original.” Turning, she sent him a grin. “Which is why I asked you to meet me here.”

  He shoved his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.”

  “I want to restore this building. The hotel, restaurant, perhaps—” she strode to the center of the room “—and I can just envision this dining room being used for wedding receptions and parties...”

  His suspicions had been right. Scanning the decrepit dining room with its water-stained wallpaper and warped wooden floorboards, he could see Lily’s vision, but—

  “You’re looking at a lot of work, Lily, and that’s going to translate to money.” He crossed to stand beside her. “This room alone looks as though it has a fair amount of water damage. I don’t know where the water came from, but if it was overhead, then the damage is likely worse on the two upper floors.”

  She eyed him matter-of-factly. “I’ve already seen it. And yes, it is. But if someone doesn’t come in here and do something soon, things will continue to deteriorate, and it’ll cost even more.” She sent him a pleading look. “Jude, Ouray has blessed me in so many ways. If I can help save a part of its history, then I don’t care what it costs.”

  He smiled down at the likable woman who had more money than he could ever fathom. “Even if you weren’t marrying my brother, there’s no way I could say no to that. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

  “There’s lot of damaged millwork throughout the building. I’d like you to replicate it and oversee the installation.”

  “Sure, I can do that. Who’s your contractor?”

  “I’m not certain yet.” Lily strolled toward Kayla. “However, my sweet friend here has worked as a house flipper for a number of years.”

  “I work for a house flipper.” Kayla was quick to correct.

  “He purchases the homes, but you’re the one who oversees all of his projects. And you do a fair amount of the work yourself.” Taking Kayla by the arm, Lily again faced Jude. “Since her specialty is historic homes, I’m hoping she’ll agree to act as general contractor for me.”

  Whoa, what? Kayla as general contractor? That meant they’d be working together again. And while he trusted Lily’s judgment...

  He scraped his boot across the worn floorboards. Man, why had he been so quick to say yes?

  His only hope now was that Kayla would say no. Because from the sound of things, she already had a job. Sure, she and Lily were friends, but why would she give up that job and move to Ouray for one project? Especially when she was pregnant.

  His gaze drifted across the room to the dark-haired beauty. Then again, she was used to a more itinerant lifestyle. Perhaps, now that her husband was gone, she’d decided she’d been in one place for too long.

  Pink tinged Kayla’s cheeks. “Lily, I told you I’d think about it.”

  “I know you did. So let’s go have a look at the rest of the place.” Lily motioned for them to follow her as she started back into the lobby. “Perhaps that will help convince you.”

  Or scare her away.

  They were almost to the stairway when Lily’s phone rang. She looked at the screen. “Sorry, guys, I need to take this.” Aiming for the front door, she added, “I shouldn’t be long.”

  A silent moment passed before Kayla turned to him. “I’m relieved to hear you’re still doing your woodworking.” She lifted a shoulder. “After seeing you at the park, I was afraid you’d given it up in favor of police work.”

  “No way. That was just to tide me over until I could make a living with the woodworking. Now I’m planning on giving up the day job so I can devote all my time to millwork.” Why had he told her all that? Even if he wasn’t faced with the possibility of breaking his father’s heart, it was none of her business.

  “Wow, that’s great.” She smiled. “I’ve often thought about starting my own flipping business. Only historic homes, though.” She absently smoothed a hand over her belly. “Of course, now I have to lo
ok at the bigger picture and think about how my decisions will affect others.”

  He inched closer. “Speaking of decisions, you’re not really considering taking Lily up on her offer, are you?”

  Her brow lifted. “Why shouldn’t I? There’s nothing tying me to Denver.”

  He searched her dark eyes. So much for settling down. Evidently, the wanderer in her still couldn’t stand the thought of being stuck in one place for too long.

  Good thing he hadn’t asked her to stay all those years ago. No matter how badly he’d wanted to.

  “Or are you afraid the job might be too much for a woman in my condition?” Her words flew all over him.

  Maybe he had stepped in it with that comment. Yet while his mother had raised him and his brothers to be gentlemen, she’d also been an example of just how capable women could be. Something Kayla knew good and well, having spent a fair amount of time with the woman.

  Standing toe-to-toe with her, he said, “I think you know me better than that.” For a second he thought he saw her wince.

  Then she perched her hands on the backs of her hips and glared up at him. “Do I?”

  “You would if you’d stuck around.” Realizing what he’d said, he jammed a hand through his hair and turned away. He must be more stressed than he thought. He was talking like a crazy man.

  Thankfully, Lily whisked past him. “We’re running out of daylight, so we need to hurry if we’re going to manage even a cursory look.”

  As he followed the two women up the broad staircase, he couldn’t help wondering what he’d gotten himself into.

  * * *

  Kayla stared out the window of Lily’s SUV, eyeing the lights of Main Street on the way back to Granger House Inn. You would if you’d stuck around.

  Again, Jude’s words played through her head, confusing her and messing with her already tired mind. Had he wanted her to stay all those years ago?

  Her eyes briefly fell closed. Foolish. She’d given him every opportunity in the world to ask her to stay and he hadn’t. Despite all of her comments about loving Ouray and how it felt like a good place to call home, he’d let her drive away with her parents without so much as a wish that she would stay.