He'd left his parents at home to watch Noah, and he hadn't invited them to the store to help him or hang out while he organized. He was doing it himself, and he was doing it in time for the Fourth of July grand opening. He'd been working his ass off for almost three days straight, and the place was looking damned good. He had only thirty-six hours until opening. It wasn't much time, but hell, he was going to make it. But even as his vision came into shape, Jason was grimly aware that not a single person from town had stopped in to see him in the last week. When he'd gone into Wright's, conversation had stopped and silence had greeted him. A few people had even suggested that he move back to New York and find a woman there, which told him that the town had taken up arms to protect Astrid from him. No small town hospitality was being extended in his direction, that was for certain. Granted, Jason liked the fact Astrid had an entire town supporting her. It told him it was exactly the kind of town he'd hoped it was, but at the same time, being ostracized by the entire community had not been a part of his vision.
