7
Gavin
Sebastian and I spent Sunday afternoon working outside at the Inn. I was quickly realizing he was the one keeping the place afloat for Aunt Gina and felt guilty for leaving so much work for him to do.
“How do you keep up with your own work?” I asked him when we sat down for a break.
It was bright and sunny out, but the air was crisp, even bitter at times. It was the kind of day people who loved to be outside in winter craved because you could do just about anything. I’d never been a big fan of winter, but I was also a workaholic with no life. Being away from the office meant I was forced to do different things.
I found myself enjoying it.
Sebastian shrugged. “I get everything done. There isn’t a lot to do with the lighthouse. I make sure everything is working, but for the mos
