Jules smiled. It wasn’t the first time Jules had heard the complaint, nor, she doubted, would it be the last.
The fact was, this worked, and it worked wonderfully. With children, Jules knew, there were a whole new set of issues. Not only would the camp’s insurance spike, but there would have to be major updates to the grounds. Each of the pools would have to be fenced off for safety. Every single cabin would have to be retrofitted to house more than two guests, sleeping in just one bed.
At this point, there wasn’t even a two-bedroom cabin on the grounds besides River Cabin, but that was only rented out about twice a year.
“I’ll make sure to pass on your suggestion. Would you like to book a getaway for your significant other and yourself instead?”
The woman’s eyes narrowed even further. “No, I think I’ve learned enough about this place.”
The woman spun on her heels and walked out the front door without another word.
Beth had better luck with the other woman, who booked a full week stay in three weeks.
Thankfully, after that, things slowed down. They were still playing host to the nine journalists until tomorrow, but everyone is that group had been won over the night before.
Belinda seemed happier and more relaxed than she had been when she’d arrived. About an hour before dinner, she stepped into the lobby and made a beeline towards Jules.
“There you are. Jules.” She narrowed her eyes and titled her head. “That nickname fits you much better than Julie,” she added with a wink.
Jules smiled. “How can I help you this evening?”
“You, my dear, can book me another cabin. I want to do that wheel thing your man was talking to me about.” Belinda waved her hand towards the doors.
“Wheel of Cabins?” Jules smiled.
“Yes. I go on a writing retreat twice a year. One in June and one in September. How far out can you lock in a new cabin for me?”
Jules smiled. “How far out do you want to go?”
Belinda’s smile grew. “How many cabins do you have?”
“And then she booked out a week in a new cabin for the next fifteen years,” Jules said as she leaned her chin against Damion’s chest later that night.
Damion laughed. “I like her.”
“From the looks of it, she really liked you too,” Jules joked.
Damion’s smile grew. “I can cross that item off my bucket list.”
“What?” She leaned up and looked down at him. “Dancing with Belinda Ness was an item on your bucket list?”
“Hell, yes, it was.” He reached up and touched her face, brushing back her hair.
Jules relaxed back and thought about her own bucket list. There weren’t a lot of items on it, but still, some she could cross off herself. “What else is on that list of yours?”
His fingers lazily circled her bare shoulder. “First, what’s one of yours?”
“Mine are boring,” she said, trying to hold in a yawn.
“Nope, spill,” he said as his fingers stopped.
She glanced up at him. “Mind you I made most of these when I was in sixth grade,” she warned.
His fingers started moving against her skin again. “Okay, shoot.”
“Item one was to kiss a boy,” she said, feeling her face heat.
“Check.” He made the motion of putting a check mark on her shoulder. “Go on.”