Mending Places (2 page)

Her breath froze in her lungs while he scrutinized the pages. What would she do if the lodge failed? Her eyes scanned his face, and she thought it seemed thinner, as if he’d lost some weight.

“Your plans are sound, and you’ve been meticulous with your detail. But you’ve been in the red for three years, Hanna.”

Stuffing down the anxiety, she rushed on. “If you’ll turn to page 4, you’ll see my projections for increased business, which the advertising is sure to provide. With the income from additional guests, we’ll easily be able to afford the payments.”

Keith continued reading, flipping through the pages slowly until Hanna thought she’d expire from anticipation. Higher Grounds couldn’t survive another season like the previous three. They’d already made every possible cutback. If she couldn’t find a way to increase profits, the lodge didn’t stand a chance. She resisted the urge to massage her temples.

Keith cleared his throat and ran a hand through his thinning hair. His expression divulged the dreaded answer. “Given the lack of profit over the last three years, no bank could take this risk. I’m sorry, Hanna, I don’t see how I can do this.” Regret seasoned his words but did little to lessen their impact.

“Isn’t there something you can do? I know I can increase business if I just had the capital to advertise, but I can’t do that without the loan.”

“Does your grandmother have anything put away?”

She’d already jogged down that path. Gram had a pittance for retirement, and the way things were going, she’d need every bit of it. Hanna’s
parents were in no shape to contribute either, and neither of her sisters was in a position to help. Paula and her husband, David, were too deeply in debt with that huge house of theirs, and Natalie and Keith had their own bills as well, especially since Natalie had quit work to stay home with their boys. Hanna shook her head, searching his eyes for some sign of concession and not finding it. “Gram’s not doing well.” She winced inwardly. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t resort to this.

His forehead furrowed again. “Is she sick? Why didn’t you say something, Hanna?”

Guilt flooded over her. She ducked her head, toying with her leather purse strap. “No. I shouldn’t have said anything. She just hasn’t been herself lately.” A glance at his face revealed skepticism. “Really, it’s nothing to worry about.”

What would she do now? How could she go home and tell Gram it was over? That Higher Grounds couldn’t pay its bills, that they had no money in reserve, that the business her grandparents had started would go under?

She couldn’t.

“We’ve never been late with a payment, Keith; you know we have excellent credit.” She hated to beg, but the thought of facing Gram emboldened her.

“I know you do, but—” He paused and released a sigh that seemed to come from his toes, then he flipped to another page and studied the numbers.

Her breathing stopped. Was he reconsidering?

“Are you sure Gram isn’t willing to sell?” he asked. “The profit would be enough for her to live very comfortably.”

“No. She wants me to save it. It’s important to her. To me. And she wants the property to be passed on to me and Nat and Paula. As an inheritance.”

He rubbed his hand over his jaw line. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give it some thought, talk to my loan committee and see what we can do. But I can’t make any promises, Hanna.”

Tingles darted through her as oxygen once again pumped through her body in massive doses. She extended her hand across the desk. “Thank you, Keith. I really appreciate this.”

He stood, returning her handshake. “I should have an answer for you in a few days.”

“Ill be waiting.”

Hanna tried to be patient, but the next couple of days were agonizing. She stayed busy, though. The chores around the lodge kept her hopping. She cleared away the layer of dead aspen leaves and raked flotsam from the beach area. She was toting a basket of sheets through the main room when the phone rang. She picked it up at the front desk.

“Higher Grounds. May I help you?”

“Yes, this is Meg Dodier from Star One Realty. I was wondering if I might speak with the owner of the lodge, please.”

“This is Hanna Landin. My grandmother is the owner, but I’m the manager. How can I help you?”

“Well, I’ve recently acquired a client who’s expressed an interest in your property. I was wondering if you’d ever considered selling.”

“Well, no, not really.”

“I see. Well my client is prepared to offer quite a bit for the property, Ms. Landin.” The woman named an amount that pushed Hanna’s eyebrows up a notch. “Would you at least consider the idea?”

“I don’t think so, but thanks for calling.”

“I’d appreciate it if you’d run the offer past the owner. She might feel differently.”

“She doesn’t. I do wish you the best of luck with your client, though.”

She hung up the phone, but before she could even retrieve the laundry basket, the phone rang again. This time it was her sister.

“Hey,” Nat said. “Just wanted to let you know I talked to Keith last night about the loan thing.”

“What’d he say? I’ve been dying over here.”

“He’s been quiet the last couple of days, and I couldn’t get much out of him. Doesn’t like to talk about work with me anyway, so … anyhow, last night he seemed really pessimistic when I brought up the lodge. Said things didn’t look good as far as profits and all that.”

Hanna’s mood took a dive. “Oh no. It doesn’t sound like he’s going to do it.”

“Well, wait a minute. After that, I started talking all about your plan for the lodge, the advertising and trekker and everything. I told him about how good you are at that stuff, about how you were always in charge of planning activities and fund-raisers in high school. Remember that mega-garage sale fund-raiser? Anyway, I told him how successful you were and how you always achieved everything you put your mind to.”

“What’d he say?”

“Well, mostly he just kept reading the newspaper, but I think he heard some of it. He seemed more optimistic about it when I turned in for the night.”

“Oh, I hope so. Hey, would you believe a Realtor just called? Someone is interested in buying this property.”

“Really? I wonder why someone would want an old lodge that’s in the red. No offense.”

“Thanks. No, I think they just wanted the property. They’d probably rip the building right down.” She told Nat the offer.

Nat gasped. “Wow, Hanna, are you sure you don’t want to at least consider that?”

“I can’t believe you’d even say that.”

A click sounded on the phone.

“Oh, I have another call,” Nat said. “You know I didn’t mean anything by that, right?”

“I know. I’m just stressing.”

They said good-bye, then Hanna grabbed the laundry basket and started toward the laundry room.

A glossy brochure on the edge of the dining room table caught her attention. The words
Majestic Mountain Retreat
stopped her. Hanna dropped the basket and reached for the pamphlet. She flipped through the pages, absently counting them as she went. Color photos and graphics of the Tetons and Jenny Lake arranged in eye-appealing order lay flat on the page, interspersed with recommendations of former guests. It was wonderful. It was awful.

“Mrs. Eddlestein?” Hanna called absently into the kitchen, then began reading the introductory paragraph on page 2.
Founded in 1982 … privately owned …

She raised her voice a notch. “Mrs. Eddlestein?” The housekeeper was kneading a lump of dough, a denim apron hugging her Aunt Bee figure.

“Mrs. Eddlestein!”

The woman turned with a surprised smile. “No need to shout, dear.”

Hannas emotions teetered between aggravation and amusement. She bellowed her question. “Where did this brochure come from?”

The housekeeper swept a knuckle across her cheek, leaving a trail of flour. “The Wilmingtons left it behind.”

Great, they’ll probably stay there next trip.
And why not? The ad was impressive. Four pages, full-color, the works.

She breathed a prayer that her plan for increasing business this summer would work. “Maybe we should have a new brochure done up.”

“We have a brochure?”

Hanna sighed. “The one on green paper.”

“That’s not a brochure, dear; that’s a flier.”

She scanned the list of amenities and services on the back cover. Two restaurants and a lounge, an indoor and outdoor pool, laundry facilities, a children’s program, horseback riding, planned activities. No wonder everyone visiting the Tetons stayed there.
She
wanted to stay there.

“Any word on the loan, dear?”

Hanna shook her head. “I’m starting to get worried.”

The woman shook her head and turned back to her dough.

“What’s wrong?” Hanna asked.

Mrs. Eddlestein’s eyes skittered to the Majestic brochure in Hannas hands, then she sighed. “Honey, do you really think it’s worth it? Taking out that big loan? The Majestic is so popular, and I just worry that you and your Gram have taken on too much.”

“You know how much this lodge means to us. It’s worth everything we’re risking and more.”

Hanna flung the offending piece of literature onto the table. “Besides, what would we do without you around to cook and dispense advice?”

Mrs. Eddlestein flopped a flour-coated hand in her direction. “Oh posh, you’d get along just fine without me.”

Hanna smiled, then hefted the basket and strode to the laundry room. She pulled the washer knob with a click, starting the flow of water, and carefully dispensed a capful of detergent.

Her grandmother appeared with a wad of sheets and began stuffing them in the washer. “No sense in doing half a load, I always say.” Her voice crackled with age.

“Thanks, Gram.”

The woman patted her granddaughter’s back, then disappeared into the kitchen.

She heard Gram address Mrs. Eddlestein over the gush of water. “I’m going to get the mail.”

Hanna cringed; Gram had gotten the mail twenty minutes ago.

The phone rang as she closed the washer lid.

“It’s for you, Hanna,” Mrs. Eddlestein said. In a stage whisper, she added, “I think it’s that brother-in-law of yours.”

Gram was slipping into her cardigan, and Hanna laid a hand on her arm. “Today’s mail is on the table, Gram.”

Hanna picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, Hanna, it’s Keith.”

Her stomach slid down to her toes. “Hi there.” She gripped the phone and squeezed her eyes shut. “Please tell me you have good news.”

“Well, you’re in luck. I do. The committee approved. We just have to sign all the papers.”

The breath she didn’t know she’d held rushed from her lungs. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. It’s going to happen.”

“Oh, Keith, thank you so much. I know no other bank would do this for me.”

“Don’t be too thankful, Hanna. The loan committee wants to shorten the mortgage to twenty years instead of thirty. So even though you’re getting a killer interest rate, your payments will actually go up.”

Her nerves faltered. “Oh.”

“It’s a risk. You’ll have to increase business by about 38 percent over last year. If you can’t make your payments, you’ll be worse off than ever because you’ll lose the lodge altogether.”

“I know, but that won’t happen.”

They talked about a few details, set up a time to sign papers, then she thanked Keith again before hanging up.

“We got it?” Gram asked.

“We got it!”

Mrs. Eddlestein came over for a group hug, and they all ended up with flour on their clothes.

“What were you talking to Keith about when you said, ‘That won’t happen’?” Gram asked.

“He was just reminding me what would occur if we can’t make our payments. But don’t worry; we’ll be fine.”

She refused to even consider the thought. Because the consequences were too awful.

CHAPTER TWO
 

Micah Gallagher stowed his gear in the equipment shed and followed the bald path that led to his secluded cabin. The mammoth Tetons formed a backdrop for the cottage, rising from the valley floor, their snowcapped peaks beckoning the tourists. The distant view awed him, but nothing compared to the thrill of scaling the rocky inclines to the crests.