A Father's Second Chance. Mindy Obenhaus
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used to love your grandmother’s cinnamon rolls.”
“Guess you’ll have to stop in and try one then.” She regarded Blakely again. “Would you like another?”
Blakely held up a hand. “No, I need to get back to the shop and finish up some stuff before Austin gets out of school.” She slid off the stool.
“Speaking of school—” he caught Celeste’s attention “—we need to get started.”
“Yes.” She peered over the stainless steel pass-through into the kitchen. “Karla, I’ll be upstairs for a little bit, so keep an eye on things, please.”
“What are you guys up to?” Blakely waddled toward the door.
“Gage is here to take a look at the space upstairs.” Celeste removed her apron as she rounded the eating counter and dropped it on one of the chairs.
She looked far too dressed up for a diner. He expected casual. But the navy slacks and tailored button-down shirt were more like business casual. He did a double take. Heels? Women didn’t wear heels in Ouray.
“Ah, so you finally decided what to do with it?” The two women continued on ahead of him and outside.
“I did. Now I’m eager to get the ball rolling.”
Blakely eyed him. “Well, I can tell you that Gage is the best. He did some work on our house and we couldn’t be more pleased.”
Celeste smiled and nodded. “Guess we’d better have a look then.” She turned toward the stairs that flanked the side of the building. “See you tomorrow, Blakely.”
He followed Celeste up the old iron staircase. “So is this the only entrance to the space?”
“Yes.” She unlocked the door and stepped inside. “I’ve tried to air it out, but it still has that musty smell.”
“Let’s hope it’s not from water damage.” The barely-there foyer was dark and drab, the only light coming from the small window on the door. “Might want to see if we can bring some more natural light in here. Maybe a door with a larger window and some sidelights.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” Celeste flipped a switch and fluorescent lights hummed down the narrow hallway that spread to the right and left.
He admired the flat-panel wainscoting with bead board insets, certain that beneath the yellowed white paint lay some incredible hardwood. The vintage wallpaper above the wainscoting, though, had definitely seen better days.
“Currently, there are six bedrooms and two baths.” She moved down the hallway to the left, opening doors as she went. “My grandparents used it as a bed-and-breakfast.”
He peered into the first bedroom, which was big enough only for the full-size bed and small dresser it housed. However, the fluted window trim and rosettes were a welcome sight.
“Here’s the first bathroom.” She opened a door on the right. “I love the claw-foot tub.”
“Do you plan on reusing it?”
“Absolutely.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I want to salvage and reuse whatever possible. So—” her eyebrows lifted in a defiant manner “—if your idea would be to gut the whole place and start fresh, we can call this meeting over.”
* * *
Call her cynical, but Celeste had no intention of wasting time on another contractor who didn’t see eye to eye with her about preserving the character of this space. Ouray’s ice festival was only three months away. She’d hoped to have the units ready to lease by then. But by no means was she going to settle for some contractor who didn’t give a hoot about the building’s history. She knew what she wanted, and she had every intention of getting it.
Gage removed his worn Ouray Mountain Rescue Team ball cap and scratched his head before tugging the brim back in place. “You do realize this building is over a hundred years old?”
“Part of the appeal.”
“That the electrical and plumbing will have to be brought up to code? That can get expensive.”
She took a step closer. “I’ve done my research. However, there are some things I refuse to compromise on.” She smoothed a hand over the wide molding around the door. “Like the millwork. Any fixtures that can be reused or repurposed.”
“You mean like those?” He pointed to the horrendous fluorescent strips overhead, a smirk firmly in place.
She brushed past him on her way to the door. “If you don’t have an appreciation for old buildings and what they have to offer, then I’ll find another contractor who does.”
“I never said I didn’t have an appreciation.”
She paused in the foyer and slowly turned to face him. “You didn’t have to. Your cavalier attitude said it for you.”
Hands resting low on his denim-clad hips, he stared at her with an intensity she hadn’t seen before. “Actually, historic buildings are my specialty. I don’t believe in wasting, and I’m adamant about remaining true to the architecture.”
“You—?”
“Which is why I was quizzing you.” He closed the distance between them in only a few steps. “Many people like the idea of a historic building until they find out the cost and time involved. Then they take the easy way out—gut it and start new.” He glared at her, his blue eyes darkening to a deep midnight.
Squaring her shoulders, she fixed her gaze on his. “Lucky for you, I’m not one of those people.”
“Good. Then it sounds like we’re on the same page.” He turned his back to her and wandered down the hall. “If you don’t mind, I’ll have a look at everything, take some notes and then I need to pick up my daughters.”
She followed him. “I believe you’re forgetting something.”
“What’s that?”
“I haven’t told you about my vision.”
He twisted her way. Quirked a brow. “Your...vision?”
“For the new layout. It took me six months to come up with it, but I think it’ll work.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
Even the most challenging executives hadn’t irritated her this much. “Do you plan to fight me every step of the way?”
“No. However, when you’re dealing with plumbing and load-bearing walls, you have to be flexible. But, go ahead.”
“Thank you. As I was saying...” Over the next fifteen minutes, she did her best to verbalize the image she saw in her mind.
Gage asked questions and voiced concerns. Even made a few suggestions she found difficult to argue with.
“I have a drawing I could give you.” She waited by the main door.
“That would be helpful.”
She tilted her head to look at him as he rounded the corner. “Just so you’ll know, I plan to be heavily involved in this project. I don’t want anything to go wrong.”
“Neither do I.” He looked over his notes. “So if you’ll give me your drawing, I will be out of your hair.”
She studied him a moment. Despite Gage’s appreciation for the architecture, not to mention Blakely’s glowing recommendation, Celeste wasn’t convinced he was the right contractor for her. How could she work with someone who didn’t value her opinion?
Then again, if she wanted these units up and running by January...
“It’s in the restaurant.” She pushed open the door and stepped onto the small landing. The sun and fresh air were a welcome respite from the stale, musty smell of the