Chapter 12
The next month, Hunter lost touch with the meaning of the term “life of leisure.” His days were filled with driving to and from Wisconsin, supervising electricians, plumbers, and carpenters. He spent hours in person, online, and in stores ordering tile, carpet, cabinets, and appliances, poring through so many sample books he lost count. Hunter wanted Beaumont House to be his alone. Although it was in relatively good shape, it still didn’t have his stamp on it. If Hunter was going to make this his home as well as his refuge, he needed to make it a place he could truly call home. He watched his savings dwindle.
He fell into bed each night exhausted, which was just as well. He was left with little to no time for brooding over Ian or Nana’s deaths, no time to long for Jay—for in s
