Or maybe not.
When Toni reached Yatesville, her heart sank at the sight of the construction crew hard at work on the lighthouse.
Chrissie’s master plan involved turning the lighthouse into a Museum of Homestead Life and Alaskan Oddities, and adding an upscale brewery where tourists could enjoy the spectacular views after their dose of history. That was going to be Toni’s domain—a brewery she could run exactly as she chose.
But from what Toni could tell, none of that dream was even close. The crew was ripping out some rotting boards above the foundation of the lighthouse. With its whitewashed sides, black trim and angled glass windows, it looked like a wistful penguin gazing out to sea.
Chrissie stood on a slope overlooking the lighthouse, hands planted on her hips, her blond ponytail f
