Three Blissful Days, page 18
He glanced at his watch. “A little early, isn’t it?” He was right. It was earlier than usual.
“I have some paperwork to catch up on.” Ivy had tossed and turned most of the night. Her couch wasn’t that uncomfortable, but having Kendall in such close proximity made sleep difficult.
“Is there anything you want to tell me about Kendall?
“I think you and mom pretty much grilled her at dinner.”
“Yeah. Sorry about that. You know your mom has to know everything.” He smiled.
“Not to blame her, but,” Ivy laughed, “that’s probably why I haven’t been able to keep a girlfriend for more than a few months.”
“In all fairness to your mother, she has your best interests at heart.”
“I know that, Dad. What’s this all about?” Ivy already had an idea.
“You seemed to learn as much about Kendall as we did the other night. I think you enjoyed it, but it was new to you.”
“Sure. I don’t know some things yet, but we haven’t been together long enough for me to learn everything about her.”
“I’ll give you that.” Her dad sucked in a deep breath. “Just don’t hurt your mother. If this isn’t exactly what you say it is, she’ll be crushed.”
Ivy heard the door click open behind her. “Good morning, Mr. Patterson.” Kendall’s voice was gravelly, and it had the usual response on Ivy’s metabolism. Kendall came closer and tucked herself under Ivy’s shoulder. Ivy’s pulse zipped into a faster pace as her stomach did a quick somersault.
“Good morning,” Ivy’s dad glanced at Kendall and cleared his throat. “You’d better get inside out of the cold.” He moved toward his truck. “Ivy, you and I can finish this conversation later. Just remember what I said.” He waved his hand at the grass. “It’s time to put down some pre-emergent weed killer. Once I get mine done, I’ll come over and do yours.”
“I will, and thanks, Dad.” Ivy waited for a few minutes as her dad backed up and drove down the gravel driveway to the main road. She hadn’t noticed until just now that Kendall was wearing only an over-sized T-shirt—one of Ivy’s.
“What was that about?” Kendall asked.
“Just some stuff going on with my mom.” She motioned Kendall toward the door before she reached in front of her and turned the knob.
“He suspects, doesn’t he?”
“He did, but I think your appearance might have convinced him otherwise.” Ivy took the throw from the couch and wrapped it around Kendall’s shoulders. “You want some coffee?”
“I’d love some.”
Chapter Forty-four
Kendall spread her documents across the coffee table in Ivy’s cabin, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. Sketches of garden designs, contractor quotes, and photos of overgrown pathways formed a chaotic collage that somehow needed to become a coherent presentation by tomorrow morning.
“Earth to Kendall? You’ve been staring at that same page for five minutes.” Ivy sat on the couch next to her, two steaming mugs in hand. “Made you some cocoa.”
“My savior.” Kendall sighed, accepting the mug gratefully. “I’m drowning in this presentation. The next meeting’s tomorrow, and I still can’t make a convincing case for why the state should spend six figures on landscaping when the interior renovations have already gone over budget.” She flipped her pen onto the table. “As much as I want to, I’m not going to be able to go to your parents’ house for dinner tonight.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve already cancelled.”
“How did your mom take it?”
“She was disappointed, but I told her there’d be plenty more Sundays for dinner.” Ivy set her mug on the side table and scanned the scattered papers. “Mind if I take a look?”
“Please.” Kendall gestured to the disorganized mess before her. “I’ve got cost projections, design concepts, and contractor bid estimations, but I can’t make it all click.”
Ivy picked up a photo of the lodge’s current entrance with stalky, overgrown junipers partially blocking the concrete pathway and a weather-damaged pergola porte cochere casting uneven shadows across the faded welcome sign.
“You know what your problem is?” Ivy asked, dropping the photo onto the table. “You’re thinking about this as an expense, when you should be framing it as an investment in the lodge’s future.”
“Boards usually see only dollar signs,” Kendall said.
“Then show them bigger dollar signs coming back,” Ivy said, reaching for a blank sheet of paper. She drew three columns. “Let’s organize this properly. Column one for current problems with quantifiable impacts. Column two for proposed solutions. Column three for projected returns.”
Kendall leaned forward, intrigued. “Go on.”
“First problem,” Ivy said, writing as she spoke, “outdated entrance creates poor first impression. Impact, based on our guest surveys, 38 percent mentioned disappointment with the tired exterior despite loving the guest rooms.”
“I didn’t think to connect those points,” Kendall admitted.
“Second problem: overgrown vegetation blocking natural light in the west-wing rooms. Impact, those rooms rent at a 22 percent discount compared to east wing rooms with similar amenities.”
Kendall grabbed her laptop, quickly pulling up occupancy data. “You’re right. We’re leaving money on the table.”
“Third problem: lack of usable outdoor gathering spaces. Impact, we’ve had to decline seventeen corporate retreat bookings this year that specifically requested outdoor team-building areas.”
“How did you know all that?”
“I talk to the sales team at the lodge.” Ivy grinned. “Now, what’s the projected increase in bookings if you could accommodate those retreats?”
For the next hour, they methodically organized the presentation, transforming it from a landscaping proposal into a business-growth strategy. Ivy helped Kendall calculate potential revenue increases from wedding-venue rentals, corporate events, higher occupancy rates, and premium pricing for rooms with improved views.
“And here’s your closer,” Ivy said, sliding over a notepad with a timeline sketched out. “Phase the project over eighteen months to spread out the costs, prioritizing the areas with highest revenue impact first. That gives you early wins to show the board before requesting the next phase of funding.”
Kendall stared at the reorganized presentation, now a compelling business case rather than a plea for beautification. “This is actually brilliant. How did you see what I couldn’t?”
“Fresh eyes.” Ivy shrugged. “Plus, even though I’m emotionally attached to the plants, like you, I think they need rejuvenation.” She tapped a sketch of an elaborate rose garden. “I do think this should stay in the plan. Just maybe not in phase one.”
Kendall smiled, gathering the papers into a neat stack. “I owe you big time.”
“Just make sure I get invited to the grand-opening garden party,” Ivy replied, relaxing into the couch and picking up her mug. “This isn’t only about selling your skills to the committee. It’s about selling them the growth of nature and beauty you’re going to bring to the lodge.”
“Growth,” Kendall repeated, feeling confident for the first time in weeks. “I can definitely sell that.” She scooted closer and took the mug from the table. “You deserve something special for this.” She kissed Ivy’s cheek.
“I could get used to this.” Ivy blushed. She seemed to be ready to take a baby step into what was bound to happen between them.
Chapter Forty-five
Kendall watched nervously as the board members filed down the back stairs of the lodge. Knowing they would be discussing her proposal soon made her anxiety go through the roof. “They’re heading our way.”
“Deep breath, Kendall,” Ivy whispered. “They’re just people who love this park as much as you do.”
Kendall nodded, clutching the portfolio containing all her work—sustainable designs that would showcase the park’s natural beauty while improving visitor accessibility. She smiled at Ivy, who had quietly championed Kendall’s proposal behind the scenes, impressed by her respect for the land’s ecological integrity.
As three of the board members, who were engaged in conversation, approached the picnic area where Ivy and Kendall sat, Ivy stood and straightened her khaki uniform.
“Good morning, everyone,” Ivy called out. “I’d like you all to meet Kendall Jackson.”
The board members turned, coffee cups in hand. Eleanor Reeves, the board president, stepped forward first. Her silver hair gleamed in the morning light, and despite her formal blazer, her hiking boots revealed her true priorities.
“Ah, Ranger Patterson. This must be the designer who proposed the native pollinator corridors.” Eleanor extended her hand to Kendall. “I’ve been quite interested in your sustainability metrics.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Kendall replied, shaking her hand firmly. “I believe the park deserves solutions that will flourish for generations, not just look good on opening day.”
Marcus Chen, the youngest board member and head of the park’s finance committee, studied Kendall with shrewd, narrowed eyes. “Your budget projections include a ten-year maintenance forecast. That’s uncommon but appreciated.”
“The best designs account for their entire lifecycle,” Kendall responded, gaining confidence. “I wanted to demonstrate that beauty and practicality aren’t mutually exclusive.”
The third board member, Dr. Josephine Winters, a retired ecologist, had been quietly observing. She finally spoke, her voice gentle but precise. “I noticed your water management system incorporates indigenous knowledge. What inspired that approach?”
As Kendall explained the research behind the design choices, she could see the board members’ expressions soften. This wasn’t just another bid to them now. Kendall was becoming a person with vision and passion, not just a name on a proposal. At least that’s what she hoped.
When a park volunteer approached, signaling it was time for the board meeting, Ivy raised a hand to gain their attention. “I just want to add one thing. Unlike some of the firms who sent junior associates for the site assessment, Kendall personally spent many hours walking every corner of our park, asking questions about visitor patterns, wildlife habitats, and maintenance challenges.”
Eleanor turned to Kendall with a genuine smile. “Thank you for bringing such thoughtfulness to this project. Regardless of the outcome, your approach honors what Diamond Mountain means to this community.”
As the board members walked toward the administration building, Ivy gave Kendall a subtle thumbs-up. “You did great. You spoke their language—conservation, responsibility, and respect for this place. That’s what they understand.”
Kendall exhaled slowly as the board members disappeared into the building where they would start deliberations. “Thanks for that introduction, Ivy. No matter what happens, it means everything to have you in my corner.”
Ivy smiled, gazing out at the landscape they both cherished. “The park has a way of bringing the right people together at the right time. Now, how about some coffee to warm you up before I fill your brain with more native plant details?”
Chapter Forty-six
Ivy’s dad approached. “Hey, kiddo. Sorry I’m late. Traffic was brutal.” His normal excuse when he got caught up in something else, considering there wasn’t much traffic in the area. She was glad he was late this time. When he’d called this morning to say he’d be by to walk the trails with her today, she wasn’t thrilled with continuing their conversation from yesterday.
Ivy smiled. “Dad. I didn’t see you there. I was just introducing Kendall to a few of the board members.”
Lance glanced at Kendall. “Nice to see you again, Kendall.”
Kendall nodded at Lance. “Likewise. Your daughter was just telling me about the native plant species in this area. Her knowledge is better than any Google search I can do.”
“Yes. It’s impressive.” Lance smiled.
“Kendall’s portfolio is amazing, Dad. She did that award-winning sustainable garden for the children’s hospital in Oklahoma City last year.”
“That sounds wonderful. Ivy, can I talk to you?” He glanced at Kendall “Would you excuse us for just a minute?”
“Of course. I’ll just review my notes in case they have any questions. Thanks again, Ivy.” Kendall walked a few feet away.
Ivy’s dad lowered his voice. “Ivy, what exactly are you doing?”
Ivy pulled her eyebrows together. “What do you mean, Dad?”
“I overheard you talking about Kendall’s work to those board members.” He motioned to the people she’d just left. “Aren’t they the ones selecting the winning bid?”
“Yeah. They’ll make the final decision. I was simply introducing them to her.”
“And singing her praises. I overheard you say that she’s the most innovative designer you’ve ever met and that she’s perfectly aligned with our conservation goals. That’s hardly neutral, Ivy.”
“Well, it’s true. Her designs are exactly what this park needs.” She had seen Kendall’s designs and was impressed by them.
“That may be, but aren’t other designers submitting bids?” Her dad was being sensible, as usual.
Ivy shifted uncomfortably “Yes…four others.” She knew what her dad was getting at.
“Have you introduced them all to the board with the same enthusiasm? Highlighted their accomplishments?”
“No, I haven’t.” She didn’t want to either.
“Honey.” He took her by the shoulders. “I know you mean well, but you’re giving Kendall an unfair advantage. As a park ranger representing this public space, you have an obligation to remain impartial during the bidding process.”
“I’m not on the selection committee, Dad. I’m just sharing my professional opinion.” She hadn’t done anything more than that.
“Your professional opinion carries weight here. You’re respected, and the board trusts your judgment on what this park needs. By promoting one designer over the others, you’re potentially influencing a process that should be fair and transparent. Especially considering your relationship with Kendall.”
“I didn’t think about it that way. I just got excited about her ideas.” And her. Kendall was more than Ivy had expected, and she wanted her to have a reason to stay around.
“I understand, but public projects have strict protocols for a reason. Imagine how the other designers would feel if they knew the park ranger was essentially endorsing their competitor before the bids were even reviewed?”
Ivy sighed. “You’re right. I should have been more careful about maintaining neutrality. I just genuinely think she’s the best person for the job.”
“Maybe she is, but that’s for the board to decide, based on the merits of all the proposals, not on your recommendation.” His expression remained serious and unwavering. “If you feel strongly, there might be appropriate channels for providing input, but it shouldn’t involve giving Kendall special access or praise. That looks improper.”
Ivy nodded. “I see your point. I need to step back and let the process work as intended.”
“That’s my girl.” Lance smiled “Public service comes with responsibilities, even when they’re not always spelled out.”
“I should probably talk to my supervisor about this too, make sure I haven’t compromised anything.” She didn’t want to ruin Kendall’s chances at the bid even if her intentions were good.
“That’s a good idea.” Lance squeezed her shoulders before dropping his arms to his sides. “Being transparent about the process shows integrity.”
“Thanks for the reality check, Dad. Sometimes I forget that even small actions can have bigger implications.”
“That’s what dads are for.” He grinned. “Dispensing unwanted wisdom and embarrassing you in front of your friends.”
“Well, you’re one for two today. I’ll take it.” She glanced at Kendall, who was busy organizing her papers in her bag.
She was going to want to know what her dad wanted, but she wouldn’t tell her. She would simply say it was something about her mom and that she was meeting her mother later that afternoon for coffee. That part was true.
Chapter Forty-seven
As Ivy stood at the counter getting their drinks, Ivy turned and watched her mom hum to herself as she scrolled through her phone. They were having their weekly mother-daughter coffee at her mom’s favorite café, and her mother had arrived early to secure their usual corner table. Ivy heard something clatter to the table and turned to see her mom clutching her chest.
“Mom? Are you okay?” Ivy rushed to her mom, adrenaline surging through her. “You look pale.” The coffee shop suddenly seemed too loud, too bright, and too crowded.
A cold sweat broke out across her mom’s forehead and upper lip. “Something’s wrong.” She tried to say more, but she could only gesture weakly toward her phone.
Ivy picked it up, and her neck heated when she saw what was on the screen. An Instagram notification from Kendall’s account. When the hell had they exchanged social media information? Kendall had been tagged in a new photo. Ivy tapped it, expecting to see Kendall and her involved in some kind of park activity. Instead, she saw a post by Cassie, Kendall’s ex. She scrolled down to read the caption: “@kendall-jackson-naturedesigner I know your secret! This relationship with the ranger is as fake as it looks! #norealfeelingsthere #youstillloveme.”
“Shit. Mom, I can explain—”
“You lied to me?” Karen finally managed to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. “All those stories about Kendall…the dinner plans I changed…the blind dates I canceled…”
“It wasn’t like that,” Ivy said, sliding into the chair across from her. “Well, I mean, it was, but—”
“My heart is racing. I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Karen gripped her arm.
