Danvier is…intense.”
Garin smiled. Danvier’s ability to see into the future could be intimidating. But they’d been friends for so long, Garin hardly thought about Danvier’s visions anymore. Besides, he needed to get used to not having him around. Danvier had recently claimed Haven and now it looked as if they would be returning to Rodymia to help modernize Harbinger Guild. “Danvier was impressed with the ranch, thought it might be just what we need.”
“I’m not selling the ranch,” Rachel stressed.
“That’s not what I have in mind. If you only have three classes per year and each class lasts about two months, then the ranch is unused for six months out of every year.”
“The down times are broken up throughout the year, but that’s about right.”
“Would you be interested in leasing your facilities to the battle born during those times when your facilities are vacant?”
Rachel looked around, lips pursed, gaze narrowed. “Schedules would have to be coordinated and strictly enforced. I don’t want my students interacting with soldiers.”
“Understood.”
“The upkeep on this place is challenging,” she muttered. “We really could use the money.”
“I’m sure physical maintenance on a complex this large is also a challenge. I’d be willing to barter for labor. My men are excellent workers.”
Her gaze quickly swept down his body then she indulged in a guilty smile. “If they look anything like you, I can imagine how well they work.”
He returned her smile, liking her more than he’d expected. “Show me the training center.”
“Of course.” She motioned toward a dirt path leading between two of the smaller buildings.
The path led deeper into the fragrant trees. He’d always enjoyed the strange spindly leaves found on trees common to Earth’s mountainous regions. They were so different from trees on Rodymia.
“This is the newest of our facilities,” Rachel explained, “and it was sort of a splurge.” They emerged into another clearing and found a small complex rather than one large building. “That’s the swimming pool.” She pointed to the largest of the buildings. Rather than continuing the rustic theme of the residential cabins, the swimming pool was enclosed in a large industrial-style building. “That’s the gym.” She motioned to the structure next in size. “There’s a weight room with lots of equipment for physical conditioning. The other two are locker rooms, with showers, saunas, hot tubs and cryogenic therapy units. Like I said, it was pretty indulgent.”
“I can give you access to regeneration units and your splurge would be complete,” he tempted.
“You’re quite the negotiator.”
He winced. If only Morgan felt the same. His negotiations with the human female had been a failure so far.
Rachel led him through each building in turn, allowing him as long as he liked to look things over. Each area was immaculate and well ordered, just the way he liked things. She paused to secure the locker room door as they concluded their tour.
Garin looked around one last time, drawing in a deep breath of cool pine-scented air. “I can easily picture my men training in these surroundings.” He waited until she turned around before asking, “Are you interested in the sort of arrangement I’ve described?”
“How soon do you need an answer? I’d like to give it some thought.”
Her caution was understandable, but he couldn’t help being annoyed by another delay. “The sooner, the better, but I’d be willing to wait a day or two.”
“I won’t keep you hanging for long, I promise.”
They headed back to the main house, but Garin’s mind refused to remain focused on his current companion. He needed to understand what had happened with Berlynn. Better yet, he needed to fix whatever was wrong. He wanted Berlynn to be his mate. Even if she agreed, he didn’t think he’d be content with her as his mistress. He wanted the soul-deep link both his