Free Wishing in Wisconsin (At the Altar Book 3) by Kirsten Osbourne

had the means for a good business here, and not just for the B&B.  He was more than a little impressed by his wife's business acumen.
    He finished taking pictures of the drive and the house from various angles before going back to the office.  He wanted to build himself a small shed where he could have air conditioning and heat, and where he could work in total privacy.  The noise of the main house bothered him, which was why he'd taken to blasting his music into his head phones.
    In his office he sat at his computer and started toying for a minute or two, playing with the website.  He knew if he could show the little operation to its best advantage, he could make sure there was never an empty room.  For himself, he preferred the rooms empty, but he knew Cindy had put her heart and soul into the place, and she wouldn't be happy until it was full.
    He lost himself in his work, as he always did, the headphones blaring music into his ears. 
     
    *****
     
    Cindy smiled sweetly at the older couple who had come to stay.  "We're happy to have you here.  Where are you from?" she asked as she found their key and had them sign the ledger.
    "Ohio," the older woman answered with a huge smile on her face.
    "Oh, wonderful!  I went to school in Ohio, got my bachelor's degree there.  What part of Ohio?"
    "We live in Akron, dear, but we met at OSU in Columbus fifty years ago.  Is that where you went?"
    "It is!  My best friend and I went there, much to the annoyance of our families.  My grandfather told me I was being a traitor to the great state of Wisconsin, and maybe I was, but I had to get out for a few years."
    "And you came back!" Mrs. Robinson responded.
    "Yes, ma'am, but a little too late.  My grandfather died a week before I graduated.  He never knew I came home."
    "Oh, I'm sorry," Mrs. Robinson responded sadly.  "He knows now."
    Cindy smiled, handing the older woman a key.  "Yes, he does know now.  Would you like help with your bags?  You're in room four."
    "No, Chester will help me with my bags, won't you, Chester?"
    Mr. Robinson had been staring out the window with a glazed look in his eye.  "Oh, yes, dear.  Whatever you say, dear."
    Mrs. Robinson leaned forward.  "You have to train them from day one.  Are you married?"
    Cindy nodded.  "I got married on Saturday."
    "A newlywed!  I'd love to meet your young man while we're here."
    "I would be happy to introduce you.  He's off taking pictures of the property right now. He's going to build me a website."
    Mrs. Robinson clapped her hands together.  "Won't that be lovely!  I truly enjoy the internet."  She looked at her husband.  "Come along, Chester.  Bring the bags."
    Mr. Robinson picked up a suitcase that looked like he'd had it since the Second World War.  Yes dear."  He trailed along behind her, carrying the suitcase up the stairs.
    Cindy was smiling after the older couple when the front door slammed closed, the bell over the door making a loud banging sound.  Cindy sighed when she saw who it was, wishing she didn't have to deal with the woman.  "Are you all right, Mrs. Graham?"
    "That man!  How dare you let him stay on the property with paying guests?"
    Cindy frowned, drawing her brows together.  "What man?"
    "The naked man from earlier!  Do you know he had the audacity to tell me that if I hadn't intruded and gone where I shouldn't be, I wouldn't have had to see him in his underclothes?  And then!"
    Cindy closed her eyes as she waited for the 'and then.'  She didn't want to think about what he'd said to her.  "And then what, Mrs. Graham?"
    "And then, he intimated that I would feel a lot better if I—well, if I was involved in more sexual activity ."  Mrs. Graham dropped her voice to a whisper as she said the last two words, as if she was worried someone would hear her and she'd burn in hell for saying them.
    Cindy choked back a laugh.  "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Graham.  You see, that man and I are newly married, and he thinks everything