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phone. “Gotta bolt. I have a date with my son and a Tonka truck.” He took a step before he paused and turned to face Miles. “Look, Miles, it goes without saying that Julianne and I will contribute whatever you need. And the senator still owes me for his interference in my career last year. So you just say the word and we’re there for you. Just don’t let The GTO Granny get under your skin. You’re a natural politician. The kind that everyone wants to believe still exists. As long as you don’t lose sight of that, you’ll be fine.”
    He cuffed Miles on the shoulder and exchanged a fist bump with Gavin before taking off at a jog down the beach to his own house.
    â€œWill’s right, you know,” Gavin said as they climbed the wooden steps leading them from the sand to the green grass stretching out in front of the B and B. “You’ve got this. I’ve known you all my life and you’ve never backed down from chasing your dream. My one bit of advice: Don’t let Bernice dress you in anything orange. It messes with the blue in your eyes,” his brother teased.
    Miles slammed his shoulder into Gavin’s, trying his best to knock his little brother on his sorry ass. But Gavin also carried the McAlister DNA and he proved to be a tough take-down. Before they knew it, they were both grappling on the grass.
    â€œHey, you two boys quit messin’ around and git over here. I need help gittin’ your mama’s house ready for her to come home today.”
    Morgan Balch stood next to his pickup, smacking a piece of plastic pipe against his palm as though he was going to knock some sense into the two men. The old coot had worked for their father for as long as Miles could remember. Milesreleased the choke hold he had on his brother, only to have Gavin hit him with a wet willy as they approached the pickup parked in front of the two-bedroom carriage house their mother used as her private residence.
    Built in the same era as the inn, the one-story building boasted the identical gingerbread framework and peaked roof line as well as a smaller version of the inn’s veranda. Behind it was an intimate wooden gazebo where Will and his wife, Julianne, had exchanged their vows the summer before. Connected to the inn by a fifty-yard walkway with clematis plants growing over the trellis roof, the carriage house afforded his mother some privacy away from her guests.
    â€œMiles has to go get himself all dolled up for a photo op, Morgan. Sal and Jorge are supposed to be here at nine to put together the ramp for the stairs.” Gavin glanced at his phone, presumably to check on the whereabouts of his two employees.
    Morgan grumbled something that sounded like “too big for their britches” before pulling down the tailgate to the truck. “I got your mama some of these handicapped thingies that are supposed to make her bathroom safer. I’m just not sure which ones she’d like best.”
    Miles exchanged a look with his brother. While their mother would appreciate the sentiment, he wasn’t sure she’d appreciate the nod to her advancing age, especially given Kate’s little confessional bombshell yesterday.
    Gavin grinned, clearly happy to throw Miles under the bus. “You’ve got your finger on the pulse of the senior demographic, bro, so you should definitely pick.”
    He shook his head in frustration. “Any of them will be fine,” Miles said, done with his brother’s teasing. “Thanks for taking care of this, Morgan. I’ll be back tonight to help with whatever else needs to be done.” Ignoring his brother, Miles headed to the inn and a shower.
    He heard Gavin say something about calling their sister Kate to help and then his brother’s footsteps were eating up the ground between them.
    â€œDude, wait up,” Gavin called. “You know I’m just havingsome fun with you. It’s so rare to find