“You realize that’s only three weeks away?” Walt said. “Think you can do it that fast?”
“We do, Dad,” Vanni said. “We’ve talked out some of the details. We’d do it right here, if that’s okay.”
“What about your family, Paul?”
“I think we can count on them, sir. In fact, there’s another thing regarding my family—my dad and brothers support the idea of starting a Haggerty Construction division here, serving the towns around here. I think there might be enough work to keep me busy—and if that’s the case, we can make our home in Virgin River permanently. Of course, I won’t know till I try—but while I’m looking for building contracts, I have the Middleton and Valenzuela jobs to keep me going.”
“And if there isn’t work here?” Walt asked.
“There will be,” Paul said. “But until it’s established, I’ll keep the house in Grants Pass. If I have to, there’s always a lot of work for me there. But, General, people have such a hard time finding a contractor around here, I have a feeling there will be too much work, once my name gets out. We have a good reputation in Grants Pass.”
“Hmm,” he said. “Just how many houses can you build at one time?”
“We’ve gotten pretty big in Oregon,” he said with a shrug. “We’ve gotten up to a dozen or two structures in progress at a time, depending on the size, whether they’re commercial, family units or multifamily—apartments. Our specialty has been custom homes from the beginning—I don’t know how much of that I’ll find around here. But there’s lots of renovation work. How long did it take you to renovate this house?”
“Almost two years,” Walt said.
“See, that’s it—we could’ve had it done in a few months, even if we started with a lean-to. Six at the most. I sense a serious market.”
“Can you make a living on a few a year? Renovations or custom homes?”
“A damn fine living,” Paul confirmed.
Walt hmmed again. “Give me a second.” He left the room and Vanni and Paul exchanged confused glances. Then Walt was back. He held a thick, folded document. “This was impetuous of me, and if it doesn’t appeal to you, there will be no hard feelings. But then again, if you like the idea, you can consider it an early wedding gift.” He handed the pages to Paul.
Paul unfolded the document. At the top was printed, in boldface, DEED.
“I have a lot of land here. I wanted a lot—in case the surrounding acreage sells off at some point. I need space to ride. I thought a couple of acres on the other side of the stable might work out for you. If you’re interested, that is. If you’d rather scout around for your own land…”
“Oh, Daddy,” Vanni said, so deeply moved that her hand rose to her throat and her eyes swelled with tears.
“It’s going to belong to you and Tom one day anyway. I have Shelby taken care of. If you’re inclined and want to keep your own horses, we can always enlarge the stable and corral.” He grinned. “I know a builder.”
Gently, Paul pushed Vanni off his lap and stood, facing Walt. “This is very generous, sir,” he said.
“It’s very selfish, Paul. I wouldn’t mind having my daughter and grandchildren nearby. Frankly, a year ago I didn’t think that was an option.” Then he looked at Vanni and asked, “Honey, can you be happy in a little town like this? Your husband building around the area, nothing much to occupy you but children and horses?”
She laughed a little emotionally. “You’re kidding me, right? Dad, not many people even have the opportunity for this kind of life. The only complication is whether there’s enough work here for Paul.” She reached for his hand. “He loves building houses. And he’s brilliant at it. We have to keep him at it.”
“Well, here’s the thing, Vanni,” Paul said. “Before approaching my dad and brothers with this idea, I called around. I said I had house plans and needed a company to build—the soonest I could get someone was a year. There’s plenty of work if they’re backed up a year, plenty to spare.” He looked at Walt. “I’d be willing to call Joe Benson in the morning, tell him we’re ready to discuss our own plans. If you’re sure…”
“You’re holding it in your hand, son. It’s your future wife’s property. I’m sure.”
Twelve
When May arrived in Virgin River there was love in the air. Paul and Vanni had been back and forth to Grants Pass for a couple of weeks, unable to be apart for even a few days. Paul was working out a deal with Joe Benson and his family business to build Preacher’s add-on, and Mike and Brie’s house. Then there was Tom and Brenda—young lovers, too hot to touch, getting ready to say goodbye for Tom to go to basic training and then to West Point. It was prom weekend and Vanni and Paul were back again to see the prom couple.