“When are you and Chandler, the mechanic, going to Flinders to pick up our B-Train, Bronx?”
“I’m thinking two days after tomorrow. Trenton will take us to the site tomorrow. If we meet him up here at nine, it’ll take a little while to load and unload all our gear. Then we need to buy a couple of cars and be back at the site for the fencing people. The next day the cleaners are coming. So the day after that I can drive one of our cars to Flinders with Chandler, and I’ll come back in the truck while Chandler drives our car back.”
“I’ve been thinking about that. I think we should buy a minivan and a small car. We can use the minivan to pick up parcels and small loads instead of having to buy a utility trailer or bring out the big truck. The small car will be for running around town to meet clients and do chores. We can take the small car to Flinders and put it on the truck to bring it back. Chandler could fly back to the mountain while we come home via my storage unit and your apartment, Bronx, and collect everything in one trip,” said Nevis.
“That’s an excellent idea, Nevis.” Damn this woman was smart. He’d never have thought of that in a million years.
Bronx was staring at her too, admiration on his face. “I wonder if there’s a sign writer in town who could paint the company logo on the vehicles for us?”
“I bet there is. It’s not a big town, but it’s not too small either. Actually, I’m starting to think it’s just about the perfect size. Big enough to have all the major facilities, yet small enough we can get to know people,” added York.
“After Andorra and Trenton’s stunt with the helicopter today everyone will know who we are at any rate.” Nevis giggled.
“Hell, yes.” Bronx grabbed the last slice of pizza from the box and bit into it.
York sighed. I was going to eat that piece of pie.
* * * *
Nevis looked around her room. All the closets and drawers were empty. She’d checked everything twice already. She’d arrived with two suitcases full of things and that was how she was leaving. But she’d also arrived weighed down with stress, and unsure of her future. Just wanting to step out of the world and get her head on straight. To find some serenity, peace, and purpose again. Well that she’d done and in spades. She’d found two delicious men who wanted to be with her. Men who’d kissed and fingered her to two shattering climaxes in the hot spring. And men who she was now about to live with in a town small enough she couldn’t disappear if she decided they didn’t suit her after all. It really would be a test for all of them to make the relationship work. Otherwise she’d have to leave the area completely. But then, that was pretty much what she’d done when she’d packed up her apartment to come here to the hot springs in the first place.
She was ready now for a new beginning. A fresh start in life with two men to be at her side, and a whole new business to focus on. Undoubtedly she’d go back to working in speech therapy once the transportation company was on its feet, but she was more than happy to be their Girl Friday until they were organized enough not to need her. She was looking forward to finding her way around town and meeting people, and to helping out in the office. Even making coffee for potential clients. Although she’d put on far too much weight if she started taking them to the French bakery. Perhaps Mike had been a skinny young man before he started using the place as his office away from the office.
She giggled. Then stopped. That was twice in two days she’d been giggling. When she came here she could hardly even crack a smile. She really must be ready for this new venture even though it came with two almost unknown men. No, that wasn’t fair. York wasn’t unknown. She’d been playing cards with him every week for months. But Bronx, him she didn’t know a whole lot about. Ah well, she’d have a road trip to learn more about them both as they brought her furniture and all Bronx’s things back to the warehouse. Then they’d have to look at and measure everything, to decide what to use and what to discard. She wasn’t emotionally attached to her furnishings. She’d be happy enough to donate what they didn’t need to a charity. Or sell it on eBay. Whatever.
Just then someone knocked on her door. She opened it to find Bronx. “What would you like me to carry for you?” he asked.
“Don’t you have your own luggage to worry about?”
“Only one suitcase and I’ve already taken it up to the roof. When I arrived it was packed with things I was bringing here to show Kingston, so it’s not heavy anymore. Now, where’s your luggage?”