Page 124 of Timid (Lark Cove 2)

We were in dire need of some facility updates. I’d tried to limit my requests to the areas in the worst shape, but the camp had been short on funds for far too long.

“On the contrary,” Logan said as I took a sip of coffee. “I’d like to see what we can do if I double the amount you requested.”

I choked on my coffee, coughing and spurting it all over my desk. A couple of drops even managed to fly far enough across the desk to land on his hand.

“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry,” I gasped, still coughing as I scrambled for anything to clean up my mess. Where were the paper towels or napkins? Why didn’t I keep an unlimited supply in here just in case? “Here. Use this.” I handed him the scarf I’d worn to work today. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He chuckled and wiped his hand on his jeans. “It was worth the coffee shower to see the look on your face. I’ve never seen anyone’s eyes that big before.”

My mouth fell open as I sank into my chair. No doubt my face was the same shade of magenta as the bra I’d put on this morning. “I’m—” I stopped at the look on Logan’s face. “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

“Definitely.”

Relief washed over me. “You really want to double the improvement budget?”

“I do. This camp has become something of a personal favorite of mine, so it gets special treatment.”

“There’s a lot we could do with that money. The bathrooms need a complete overhaul. The kitchen could use a new stove and refrigerator. It wasn’t at the top of my priority list, but I’d love to have some of the windows replaced in the bunks.”

“We’ll do it all and then some.” He took a pen from a cup holder and grabbed a pad of sticky notes from the desk. “All right. How about you start listing off all the things you want and then we’ll estimate cost and rank them.”

“Actually.” I opened my desk drawer. “Here.” I handed him a notebook where I kept my wish list plus bids for each improvement.

Now it was his turn for his eyes to get wide. “You’re organized, aren’t you?”

“Just a smidge.” I smiled. “I started that list my first year here and I update it every year.”

“Not much has been crossed off.”

I shook my head. “No.”

He clicked the pen and smiled. “Let’s change that.”

A swell of excitement ran through my body, making me bounce in my chair.

An hour later, the two of us had planned all of the improvements to do this year plus some for next. Despite having spent little time at the camp—something he would no doubt be changing this coming season—Logan even had some ideas for improvements of his own.

He wanted to have a larger beach area built so the kids could spend more time by the water. He wanted to have a permanent “fort” built, something where the kids could escape to play in the trees. It was something I was sure his daughter would wholeheartedly approve of since Charlie had already built a makeshift fort in the trees last summer.

It would be incredible.

“I just . . . thank you.” I took the notebook from Logan and put it back in my desk. “This will make a huge difference and I know the kids will love it.”

“My pleasure.” Logan grinned and leaned back in his chair. “I have something else I want to talk to you about. How would you feel about working for me part-time in the winters?”

I blinked in surprise. “Work for you? Doing what?”

“Whatever comes up.” He shrugged. “I’m trying to cut back on work now that the baby is coming. I don’t want to miss out on anything. But with everyone on my staff still in New York and the uptick of work we’ve gotten at the foundation lately, I could use someone to help me keep it all straight.”

“And you want me?” I pointed to my chest. “I’ve never been an assistant before.”

“You’re organiz

ed and smart. You won’t have any trouble figuring it out.”

My mouth was hanging open at his compliments. Working for Logan seemed like the perfect opportunity, but I wanted to run it by Jackson and my parents first. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course. There’s no rush.”