They were breaking ground on the new restaurant. In the distance, he could make out the Baber’s house. It stood on a hill, overlooking acres of prime property. If they could secure one more plot, the one with interstate access, they already had two projects ready to go. An outlet mall and a fast food complex. On the other side of town, work had already started on a truck stop. This would be the ideal location for a second. Problem was Mallory owned this section of Baber land, and hell would freeze over before she sold to them. He wanted to see her. Wanted to talk to her. Wanted to kiss her and feel her hands around his neck. He didn’t want to be here, on the work site talking to reporters or John. Didn’t want to think about protecting their interests as more developers watched their progress. Land in Serendipity wouldn’t be so cheap now that the town was on the map. Bidding wars had already started. Usually, this stage left him energized, excited. Today, all it left him was exhausted.
