and have a campaign to draw in tourists,” Gretchen said.
“That’s a big commitment. You just moved here, right?” Dana closed the calendar and pulled out a legal pad.
“Yes, I’m doing advertising for Melody’s dress design business and the boat repair place as well. Her specialty is wedding dresses, so I’m trying to boost overall tourism and weddings to help everyone. The mayor is very enthusiastic.” Gretchen smiled but sensed it wasn’t going as well as she’d hoped.
Dana scribbled some notes. “That’s very nice, but you’re fairly new in town. You might not stay. I’m sure the mayor will encourage any local companies to advertise and promote tourism, but we have to be careful with our budget. I’ll run it by my parents, but honestly they probably won’t go for it.”
“Because I’m new in town?” she asked.
“Because the Sterling Inn has remained open and in the black for two generations before them. Good years and bad, they kept it a family business on their terms. They don’t trust new people easily and certainly not with their money. If you have a more detailed proposal of costs and what you were offering, then it might be a better sell.” Dana smiled slightly.
Gretchen got the impression that Dana might be more willing to risk things, but her parents were still holding the reins tight on the business. To begin new, also, would hurt Gretchen’s efforts but she wasn’t giving up.
“Then maybe you should hold off on running it by your folks. I’m really just feeling out who is interested. Once I have all the input, I can do a more formal proposal. The mayor and I aren’t starting this up tomorrow so no rush. Can I count you as interested?” Gretchen asked.
“I can’t commit to anything until we see a more structured proposal but interested, yes.” Dana nodded.
“Thank you.” Gretchen stood up and shook Dana’s hand. “I’ll be in touch when I have more.”
“I’ll show you out,” Dana said.
As she headed back out to the lobby, Gretchen saw a familiar man putting up a little poster and a stack of cards on the rack with attractions. He was the real attraction, but without seeing his face she couldn’t be sure it was Matt.
“Air tours?” she asked.
“Yep, are you interested?” The tall handsome man turned. It was Matt.
“I get a lot of motion sickness so probably not but I’m Gretchen. I think you’ll be seeing more of me tonight.” She extended her hand.
He shook it with a big grin on his face. “I hope so. If you want me along. Matt Becker.”
“I think we met briefly at the boat launch, but I was meeting so many people being new in town that it’s a blur.” She checked out his business cards and poster. “Do you have a website?”
“No. I bounce around Alaska. I’m sure Tony told you that. So I don’t do too much to lock myself down. You’re not impressed?” He shrugged.
“Advertising is my area. If you’re not committed to aerial tours, then there’s no reason to invest money in promotional materials. A blog or website could advertise wherever you are and to your contact information. But you know your business,” she said.
“Ross said you were big on bringing more tourism here,” Matt said.
“I am. But if the service isn’t available consistently, then you will have disappointed customers. I’m focused on Sterling.” She smiled.
“Sure you don’t want a free ride? Those patches usually work for motion sickness, and I’m a steady flier. You’ll be stuck with me later tonight at the dinner anyway and the other guys will keep saying they know you better. Give me a chance to even the score.”
“They do,” she said. His flirting was good, but his ego wasn’t small.
“So give me a chance to catch up. Do you know where the airfield is?” he asked.
“It’s sort of hard to miss. But I haven’t said yes yet.” She debated saying no because she could. He was a charmer, and she wanted to be sure he wanted her, not simply to