“Never. But I’ve read extensively since our last meeting. You were born here?”
So she had the facts about the place, but not the feel. “Yes, but my mother is British. She came over to work in the hotel for a winter season and met my father. Married him and stayed.”
“The last eighteen months must have been hard for all of you.”
“She’s struggling.” He decided an understanding of his family was essential to understanding the unique needs of the business. “My grandparents live at Snow Crystal. My mother has been focusing all her energies on caring for them and making sure they’re coping.”
“And how are you coping?”
No one had asked him that question before. He hadn’t even asked it of himself. Hadn’t dared.
“I’m coping fine.” He ignored the tension in his shoulders. “But it’s been hard on my family.”
“Is your mother involved in the business?”
“She helps out where she’s needed.” And that was part of the problem, of course. The lack of structure.
“What else do I need to know about your family? You mentioned a brother?”
“There are three of us. It’s a wonder my mother is even remotely sane, given what we put her through growing up.”
“Three brothers.” Something in the way she said it made him turn his head toward her, and he immediately wished he hadn’t because there was her mouth again.
“You don’t have siblings?”
“Only child. You’re the eldest?”
“Yes.” The responsibility landed like a heavy weight on his shoulders. “Then Sean, then Tyler, who lives with his twelve-year-old daughter.”
“He’s the downhill skier—retired from racing after an accident. He’s married?”
“Single parent. Jess’s mother decided Tyler wasn’t marriage material and married someone else instead.” He was surprised by how much trauma could be condensed into one short sentence.
Kayla murmured words of sympathy, and Jackson thought back to that time, thought about the boy his brother had been and the man he was now.
He wasn’t about to talk about the custody battle. Nor about the fact that Janet had never wanted Jess, just Tyler’s money and a slice of the fame. “Burned him badly. He hasn’t had a serious relationship since.”
“Not surprising. But Jess lives with him now?”
“She’s been back with us for a month.” It had been a surprising turn of events, and he felt a rush of concern for his niece. “It’s complicated.”
“Relationships are always complicated.”
“Are yours?”
“I keep mine simple.”
“What’s your secret?”
“Not to have any.” Her tone was light and then she moved off the subject, talking about work again, grilling him on tourist numbers, hotels in the local area and transport links.
She’d whipped a tablet computer out of her bag and made endless notes as they talked.
The landscape was dotted with red barns and white-steepled country churches and the late-afternoon sun sent a wash of light over breathtakingly beautiful forests turned white by snow. The view caught him in the gut. He’d traveled the world, but in his opinion there was nowhere more beautiful. Expecting some comment from her, he glanced sideways and saw that her head was bent, her attention focused on the screen on her lap.
“You’re missing the sunset.”
“Mmm?” She glanced up and her expression changed. “Oh! That’s stunning.”
And Jackson realized her lack of response had nothing to do with indifference. She simply hadn’t noticed. But she was noticing now, her eyes fixed on the snowcapped mountains that rose in the distance. “I can see why people choose to visit. It’s beautiful. And relaxing.”
For a person who knew how to relax, he thought, and that person was definitely not Kayla Green.
There was an almost-feverish energy about her, and already her head was back down, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she made more notes for herself.
She fascinated him.
“Where do you normally take your vacations?”
“I haven’t taken a vacation in three years. I’m not good at vacations. But I’m good at knowing what other people enjoy—” she gave him a quick smile “—so don’t start panicking about my ability to do the work.”
He wondered what she’d say if she knew he hadn’t thought about work since she’d climbed into his car.
They drove through villages, over covered bridges, past pretty clapboard homesteads and local stores. Doors were decorated with fresh evergreen wreaths and windows strung with sparkling lights and Christmas decorations.