to Ribbon Ridge would interrupt the life sheâd built for herself and thrust her back into a situation where she was labeled and coddled and . . . forget it . Her muscles tensed.
âShall I continue?â Aubrey asked quietly.
âPlease,â Mom said with an edge of frustration.
Aubrey gave a subtle nod. âLike the pubs your fatherâs company owns, the hotel will pour Archer brews, and its restaurant will also offer five-star cuisine under the direction of Kyle.â
Everyoneâs gaze snapped to Kyle, seated at the end of Saraâs side of the table. Despite his tan, he looked washed out, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, not at all like the carefree beach bum whoâd run to south Florida nearly four years ago. His blue-green eyes found hers and he shook his head, his jaw clenching.
Sara wanted to kick him. An opportunity was falling into his lap, and his reaction was to act like he didnât want it? It shouldnât have surprised her given how heâd ditched town, but it still hurt. She peered at him around Mom and Tori, who sat between them. âYou should consider it.â
He showed no sign that heâd heard her.
Mom clasped Saraâs hand. âYour sisterâs right. I hope youâll at least think about it.â
When Kyle still didnât respond, Aubrey coughed delicately. âYouâll each own one-seventh of the property and the businesses on the property, which Alex envisioned as a hotel and restaurant at a minimum. He set aside specific roles for each of you.â
Liam shook his head. âI already have a job.â
Kyle crossed his arms and glared across the table at Liam. âBecause your life is so much more important than anyone elseâs. Itâs fine for me and Sara, and probably everyone else, to come home, but not you?â
âI didnât say that, but as long as you mentioned it . . . â Liam leaned forward and set his elbows on the table, fixing Kyle with a probing stare. âJust whatâs keeping you from coming back here and honoring Alexâs wish? Your über important bartending job? The roots you havenât put down in Florida?â
Kyleâs eyes flashed. âDonât make assumptions.â
âAm I wrong?â
âYouâre an arrogant prick.â
Liam shrugged, but the tense set of his shoulders said he was anything but nonchalant. âAn arrogant prick whoâs apparently right.â
âBoys.â Momâs voice quavered, but it earned everyoneâs attention. âI know weâre all hurting. Please donât take it out on each other.â
Tori blew her nose, which was red from crying. Without makeup and with her long, straight, auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail, she looked young and vulnerable, a word sheâd hate to be used to describe her. Tori was as type A as people came. She turned her head toward Aubrey. âYou said Kyle is supposed to manage the restaurant. I assume Alex wantsâwantedâme to design the hotel?â It made sense because she was an architect at a firm in San Francisco that designed high-end hotels and restaurants around the world.
Aubrey nodded. âYes. Liam would oversee the entire project; Evan, the technical aspects of the business; Sara would establish the property as a premier entertainment space; Hayden would manage the hotel; and Derek would work the financials.â
Hayden linked his fingers together on the tabletop. His lips pressed together in annoyance as he glanced at Liam. âWe all have jobs. I canât just stop working for Archer Enterprises to manage this hotel.â
Liam nodded in agreement. âExactly. I sure as hell canât walk away from my business in Denver.â
âYouâve made that pretty clear.â Evanâs deep voice drew everyoneâs notice. He bent his head back toward the table where his fingers were systematically taking a pen
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