“Roman, it was great to meet you.” Porter shook the older man’s hand.
“Likewise, son. It’s a helluva project, and I’m thrilled to be on board.”
Maggie beamed. “I just knew this would be a good fit. I hate to see you go so soon.”
“Whirlwind trip.”
He wasn’t kidding. Only a week after Maggie had called him, Roman Lewis had flown in for an in-person meeting. In twenty-four hours he’d attended the Artisan Supper, gone over the more detailed elevations and floor plans Porter had worked up in AutoCAD, been out to visit the mill itself, and hashed out preliminary contracts with Maggie. The man didn’t waste time.
“I’ll stay longer next time and bring my wife. She’s gonna love your family’s inn and spa.”
“We’ll be sure to give you both the star treatment.”
“Looking forward to it, Maggie.” Ro
