Jack put his chin in his hands and stared at Evie. “You’ve always been the calm, rational member of the family, but you’re spending money like it’s your last day on earth.”
“Maybe it is. The mother ship could be coming for me tomorrow. Maybe they need an accountant on their home planet.”
Jack tapped a pen on his desk until the annoying noise got Evie to look up.
“I thought you didn’t want to be an accountant anymore,” he said. “That’s why we hired someone to replace you and you’re off building docks and knocking down our old hotel.”
“I haven’t knocked it down yet. I need permits.”
Evie minimized her computer screen and gave Jack her full attention.
“I love numbers. Accounts. Spreadsheets. Love them.” She sighed. “When I was younger, I thought those things would make me happy for life.”
“But?”
“Dad died and left us Starlight Point. I want to be more than just a number cruncher. Accountants you can hire. What you need is a partner.” She paused and grinned at him. “Especially since you’ll be a family man before the summer is over.”
Jack put his head on his desk.
“Don’t be dramatic. You can come in here and cry about your sleepless nights. I’ll pretend to be sympathetic. I’ll even look the other way if you have puke on your tie.”
“I believe you’d tell me if I had puke on my tie. I hope you would, anyway.”
Evie laughed. “I would.”
There was a knock on their office door.
“It’s Mel,” a voice called from the other side.
“You can only come in if you have doughnuts or good news,” Jack yelled.
Mel Preston swept the door open. The head of maintenance at Starlight Point had married June Hamilton in a Christmas ceremony the previous winter. After the two of them had carried a torch for each other for more than a decade, Evie was much relieved when they’d finally given in to the flames. In her mind, it freed everyone up to get back to the business of running an amusement park. For her part, Evie had no intention of ever being such a ninny in the romance department. It killed on-the-job productivity.
“You don’t have to knock, Mel,” Evie said. “You’re a member of the family.”
“Still can’t believe my good luck,” he said. “I hope your sister never comes to her senses.”
“She won’t.”
“What’s up, Mel?” Jack asked. “Evie and I were in the middle of an important whining session.”
“My brother’s being a baby about having a baby in the middle of the summer.”
“I can add to your problems if you need something more to cry about,” Mel said.
“Do we have problems?” Jack asked.
“I think you should come see for yourself,” Mel responded, his tone losing all its levity.
Jack and Evie jumped to their feet. “Ride problem? Someone hurt?”
Mel shook his head. “Someone’s a pain in the rear.”
Evie guessed who the pain in the rear was before Mel could explain.
“Is it the new fire inspector?”
Mel blew out a breath and made two fists. He tapped them together lightly. “Can’t believe the guy has the nerve to wear one of our name tags while being our worst enemy.”
Jack picked up his cell phone from his desk and shoved it in the interior pocket of his suit coat. “Where are we going?”
“Bennett’s going through the employee dorm with a clipboard right now. He just got done raking one of my guys over the coals for parking in a fire lane while he did an emergency repair on the back of the Silver Streak. Yesterday we caught heck for using a torch near flammable materials. Guess the guy doesn’t know that every single thing in the maintenance garage is flammable.”
Mel’s pickup waited just outside the employee gate near the corporate office. He was parked in the same place Scott had parked the fire truck when he dropped Evie off over a week ago on that rainy afternoon. That was before Evie realized who her chauffeur was.
Jack and Evie got in the truck and Mel briefed them on the ten-minute drive around the outer loop to the employee dorms located close to the marina.
“Fact is, the guy’s right about a few things,” Mel said. “I hate admitting that.”
Sandwiched between the two men in the truck, Evie saw the look that passed between her brother and his best friend of more than twenty years.
“We’ve talked about that dorm before,” Mel continued. “It’s eighty years old. The floors roll. The windows leak.”
“We never promised our summer workers a palace,” Jack said. “It’s free housing.”
Mel nodded.
“But?” Evie prompted.
“It’s not the nicest. I wouldn’t let my son stay there,” Mel continued.
“Ross is six going on seven,” Evie said.
“I know. He thinks it’s fun camping out in the big box our new refrigerator came in. I mean I wouldn’t let him stay there if he was a teenager working here.”
“Why not?” Evie asked.
“It’s not air-conditioned, the bathrooms stink and there are girls living right down the hall. Very dangerous.”
Evie thought about the many times she’d begged her parents to let her live in the dorms with the other summer employees. Although they’d owned Starlight Point, Virginia and Ford Hamilton had required their three children to work regular summer jobs in the park.
Evie had done time running the register in the airbrush art stand, scooping ice cream and sweeping trash off the midways. Her coworkers were her friends and they’d told her about all the fun they’d had off hours in the dorms after playing on the beach and going on rides.
Evie had joined her friends on some of their beach and park adventures, but she’d always been sorry to cross the lot to her parents’ luxurious house on the Old Road abutting the Starlight Point parking lot on the lake side of the peninsula. Her parents had staunchly refused to allow her to bunk with the summer workers. Maybe she knew why now.
“When was the last time you were in the dorms?” Evie asked Mel as they drove.
“Yesterday,” Mel said. “Power went out on the second floor because kids plugged in too much stuff and blew a fuse.”
The three of them rode in silence on the low-speed road surrounding the Point.
“Dad was always afraid the summer employees were going to burn down that old barn someday,” Jack said.
Evie blew out a breath. “Any idea what Inspector Gotcha is writing on his clipboard?”
She pictured him, dark eyes drawn together in a scowl, taping off the doors of the dorm by order of the fire inspector. Her pulse quickened. He wouldn’t close the dorm, would he? Where would their employees go?
What if he found picky infractions as he had at the marina? Two of the three marina problems were already addressed and she had the asphalt truck on order to fix the fire lane. The giant old cottonwood tree that had shaded the marina area for a century was still an obstacle, but she was trying to find a way around it without sacrificing a piece of history.
Soon, her marina would open and she could move on to the hotel project.
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