The sound of construction equipment at dawn had replaced Liam's peaceful mountain mornings with diesel engines and hydraulic lifts that growled like angry bears defending territory.
He stood at his office window, coffee growing cold in his hands while he watched crews transform their family compound into something that looked more like a fortress designed for television. The morning air smelled of concrete dust and metal shavings instead of the clean pine and granite scents that had always defined his territory.
The irony wasn't lost on him. They'd chosen transparency to protect their privacy, and now that privacy required rebuilding everything to make their transparency work for global audiences.
"Phase two is ahead of schedule." Caleb appeared behind him, satisfaction clear in his voi
