sheriffâs office, thinking Iâd stop by there, but they said he was headed this way,â he continued. âI havenât seen him in a good while, and I havenât been out to see the Point in ages, so figured Iâd come on out. I heard about the renovations and thought it would give me a chance to see them up close. Besides, I owe Logan a face-to-face apology for missing the wedding. I know he said he understood, butââ
âHe did,â she reassured him. Despite the fact that Logan had come back to the Cove after graduating college and Ben had gone away to college, then started his business in Rhode Island, the two had remained good friends. So much so, Logan had originally asked Ben to be his best man. âHe was disappointed, of course, but he understood. Logan said something about you having to do a photo shoot for a magazine? For your business, Iâm assuming?â
Unless thereâs a Hot Landscape Designer Calendar, she thought . Because he could be in that. Hell, he could be the cover for it. And all twelve months, too. Her designer brain immediately flashed on January Ben in the snow, July Ben in the sun, or September Ben in nothing at all. She was forced to clear her throat. Twice. âDry air,â she explained when he looked concerned.
âYes,â he replied. âIt was about the business. It was a full profile and photo spread in Architectural Exteriors . Iâd already agreed to it when Logan asked me and I offered to back out, butââ
âNo, heâd have never wanted you to do that. Wow, thatâs quite the big deal. Like Architectural Digest big. When did it come out? Iâd love to see a copy.â
âShould be out any day now, actually. They ended up holding it for the December issue. The executive editor wanted to work in the whole family Christmas tree farm angle.â
âI donât know about AE- type magazines, but if itâs like other industry periodicals, the end-of-year issue is usually a big one, so thatâs doubly good.â
âThatâs the hope,â he said. âRegardless of all that, though, I felt terrible not being able to stand up for Logan. No one was happier than me to hear he was getting married.â His smile spread and the warmth shot back into his eyes, making her feel all squirmy. âAfter everything that had happened, first with your folks, then with Jessica . . .â He trailed off, shook his head, the remembered pain of losing Loganâs fiancée reflected in his eyes. âI honestly wasnât sure heâd ever tie the knot.â
âNeither were we,â Fiona said, appreciating the sincere concern she heard in his voice, knowing Ben understood better than anyone what their family had been through over the years. âBut Alex is great. The best. Sheâs family now, and so good for him. Youâll love her.â
âYes, I think so. And youâre right, she seems a perfect fit. I met her just now,â he added. âShe was trying to move a big dresser from the master to your old room, so I gave her a hand, though Iâm not sure she really needed it. Capable woman.â
Fiona knew it was silly to feel a little zing in her fluttery parts when he mentioned her childhood bedroom. He knew every room in the house, had spent at least as many days out at Pelican Point as a kid as Logan had spent at the Campbell farm. It was just that sheâd lain in that bed many a night, dreaming her lovesick, Ben-infused, adolescent dreams. She smiled and hoped he mistook her flush for winter-chapped cheeks. âAlex is that. One of the many reasons we all but begged her to marry him.â
âI understand the renovation has been all under her guidance?â Ben glanced around the kitchen, but Fiona suspected he was seeing the entirety of the restored property in his mindâs eye. âIncredible work. Really impressive.â
âA good part of