For the next few days, very little work got done on the property. Mick was spending all his nights at the main house, to the point where Benjamin had had to bring Sasha’s old bed out of retirement and put it on the floor opposite the bed. There was just no room on the bed for her, and even if there was, she’d have got very little rest.
One morning Benjamin came downstairs to breakfast and announced he’d had a very good idea.
Mick, who was trying his hand at making waffles, looked up and asked, “What’s that?”
“How about we open a little Bed and Breakfast? No one would have to stay in the main house. We could use the two cottages.”
“And where would I live?” asked Mick.
Benjamin came up behind him, wrapped his arms around Mick’s waist and kissed him on the back of the neck.
“Where are
