Pelican Point (Bachelors of Blueberry Cove) by Donna Kauffman Page B

broader thighs, and there was far too much mischief in those blue eyes to bode at all well. “However, I might have persuaded her to stick around a bit longer. See if I could talk some sense into that hard head of yours, before scrapping the effort she’d already put into getting here. And don’t go saying a single word. It was almost as hard to talk her into staying as it’s been to get you to consider listening to what she has to say. I swear, you’re both too hardheaded and prideful for your own good. I figure you’ll either be the best team ever . . . or kill each other inside the first fortnight.”
    Logan leveled a steady gaze at his uncle. “Sounds like the only one in danger of any bodily harm is standing in front of my desk.”
    Fergus chuckled at that. “Och, I’ve faced down fiercer than you and lived to tell.” He reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a business card. “Take a few minutes over lunch and do a little look-see.” He tossed it on Logan’s desk. M AC F ARLAND & S ONS R ESTORATION was embossed across the front in black ink, with an engraved red and white striped lighthouse next to it and all the pertinent information printed below. “She’s the real deal. And she needs this as much as we need her.”
    Logan looked from the card to Fergus. “What is that supposed to mean?”
    “You’re the policeman. Do a little detective work.”
    Visions of the previous night, of Alex’s state of mind, flashed through Logan’s mind. “Fergus, the last thing we need is someone with problems of her own—”
    “The only thing we need is someone who is as passionate about making this happen and as dedicated to seeing it through as we are. I know it’s not a simple matter of throwing money at the problem. I know it will turn your life upside down for a wee bit. You’ll need someone who won’t walk when the going gets tough.”
    “What makes you think she’ll stick?”
    “Because she needs this. Her reasons might be different from ours, but the outcome is all the same. We’ll both get what we want.”
     
    By the time Logan walked into the Rusty Puffin that evening, he honestly didn’t know what he wanted.
    His talk with Fergus had definitely sunk in. He agreed it was time for some changes to be made in how he was handling . . . well, everything. But he wanted time to think, consider, and do some research regarding what steps he wanted to take, how best to tackle them, and with whom. He needed to make certain the choices made and the steps taken were the ones best suited to get the desired results with the fewest risks. He understood, at core, it was really just his own foolish, egotistical way of saying he wanted to make the decisions, not have them shoved down his throat.
    For that reason, and because he’d been honest in saying he was unsure about taking on someone who had her own issues to grapple with, he’d wanted to toss out the business card Fergus had pushed on him. But as the afternoon had worn on and he hadn’t been mercifully called away to deal with anything immediately pressing, the echoes of her nightmares, her matter-of-fact dealing with him that morning . . . and the tension he’d felt when she’d talked about wanting to see the lighthouse . . . all of that had continued to pop up in his thoughts until he finally caved and did some Internet searching of his own. The hope had been that finding out more about her would give him the perspective he needed to be objective. About her, about Fergus, about all of it.
    He was going to take immediate steps to start work on the house on a broader scale. He knew how to go about hiring on subcontractors and didn’t need Alex for that. He also was going to stand steadfast against dealing with the lighthouse. For now. Heading into winter was not the time to be dealing with that. Maybe the following spring, or summer, when the house repairs were well underway, he could hire someone to come in and do a prospectus on what all would be