“You said yourself that you could have taken it to Sarah’s office this morning.”
“I didn’t,” she said, sitting back up and then resting her head back. Tears slid down her face and she wiped them away.
“We can still check,” he suggested. She glanced over at him, then nodded. He held out his hand and helped her stand and then immediately pulled her into a hug. “Why don’t you crash in my room for a few nights?”
She laughed. “Is that the best pick-up line you’ve got?”
He pulled back slightly and smiled. “I’ve got others, but the fact is, I’ll be gone for four nights starting Monday.”
She thought about it. “What about until then?”
“I’ll sleep on my sofa.” The thing was half his size, but he’d sleep much better knowing she was safe and he could watch over her.
“I couldn’t… I can stay with Heather.”
“Well, I had an idea about that.” His mind quickly worked out a plan. “Let’s get some dessert and take a walk to work things out.”
She nodded and took his hand. He not only packed them the truffle cake, but added a bottle of wine to one of the picnic baskets they used for guests who wanted to have a picnic lunch.
Instead of heading to the beach, he pulled her down the pathway that circled the island, then doubled back towards the small cottage that only employees and some very intuitive guests knew about.
“Why here?” Lilly asked when he unlocked the door with the master key he had.
“We need to make sure no one listens in on what I have planned.”
She paused at the door and glared at him. “What?”
He chuckled and tugged on her hand until she walked into the small cottage. The place was the size of a shed but was straight out of a fairy tale. Most guests actually mistook it for a shed, if they ever stumbled across it.
It was nestled back in thick bushes and trees along a pathway few ever took.
“Trust me. I have a few ideas on how to trap whoever is breaking into your room.”
He saw her shiver and glance over her shoulder into the darkness. “You... you don’t think they followed...”
“No, that’s why I took the other pathway. I wanted to make sure we were alone.” He shut the door behind him after listening for any sounds outside. “I think it worked. Besides, this place has thick walls. I don’t think anyone can listen in.”
“So?” She walked over and sat at the small kitchen booth area. “What’s this great plan of yours?” She crossed her arms over her chest and he could tell she felt nervous.
He set the basket down on the table and took his time getting them each a slice of cake and a glass of wine.
“Well, for starters, you’re going to be spending your nights in my room. With me.” He watched her as he took a drink of his wine.
She stopped and stared at him. “Oh,” she said when it dawned on her. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”
He nodded quickly. “At least that’s what I’m thinking.”
“Okay, so we set him—and at this point we can assume it’s a him—off?”
“Yes. Then, on Monday, we’ll make a show of me leaving, heading into town for my scheduled days off.”
“But?” she asked, taking a bite of the cake.
“But, I’ll double back, take my small boat back to the island.”
“You have a boat?”
“Yes, a small one. In case I need to come back for emergencies.” She nodded.
“Okay, then what?”
“You continue to stay in my room, instead of in yours. But, you act like you’re sleeping in your room, where I will be instead.”
“We,” she interjected.
“No,” he said, finishing off his cake. “I.”
She leaned back, crossed her arms over her chest again. This time it was in defiance instead of nerves.
“No, we will stay in my room. Besides, if he sees me sneaking into your room...”
Damn it, she was right. If whoever was watching saw her go into his room... a million thoughts jumped into his mind and fear had him reaching for his empty wine glass.
Pouring some
“I didn’t,” she said, sitting back up and then resting her head back. Tears slid down her face and she wiped them away.
“We can still check,” he suggested. She glanced over at him, then nodded. He held out his hand and helped her stand and then immediately pulled her into a hug. “Why don’t you crash in my room for a few nights?”
She laughed. “Is that the best pick-up line you’ve got?”
He pulled back slightly and smiled. “I’ve got others, but the fact is, I’ll be gone for four nights starting Monday.”
She thought about it. “What about until then?”
“I’ll sleep on my sofa.” The thing was half his size, but he’d sleep much better knowing she was safe and he could watch over her.
“I couldn’t… I can stay with Heather.”
“Well, I had an idea about that.” His mind quickly worked out a plan. “Let’s get some dessert and take a walk to work things out.”
She nodded and took his hand. He not only packed them the truffle cake, but added a bottle of wine to one of the picnic baskets they used for guests who wanted to have a picnic lunch.
Instead of heading to the beach, he pulled her down the pathway that circled the island, then doubled back towards the small cottage that only employees and some very intuitive guests knew about.
“Why here?” Lilly asked when he unlocked the door with the master key he had.
“We need to make sure no one listens in on what I have planned.”
She paused at the door and glared at him. “What?”
He chuckled and tugged on her hand until she walked into the small cottage. The place was the size of a shed but was straight out of a fairy tale. Most guests actually mistook it for a shed, if they ever stumbled across it.
It was nestled back in thick bushes and trees along a pathway few ever took.
“Trust me. I have a few ideas on how to trap whoever is breaking into your room.”
He saw her shiver and glance over her shoulder into the darkness. “You... you don’t think they followed...”
“No, that’s why I took the other pathway. I wanted to make sure we were alone.” He shut the door behind him after listening for any sounds outside. “I think it worked. Besides, this place has thick walls. I don’t think anyone can listen in.”
“So?” She walked over and sat at the small kitchen booth area. “What’s this great plan of yours?” She crossed her arms over her chest and he could tell she felt nervous.
He set the basket down on the table and took his time getting them each a slice of cake and a glass of wine.
“Well, for starters, you’re going to be spending your nights in my room. With me.” He watched her as he took a drink of his wine.
She stopped and stared at him. “Oh,” she said when it dawned on her. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”
He nodded quickly. “At least that’s what I’m thinking.”
“Okay, so we set him—and at this point we can assume it’s a him—off?”
“Yes. Then, on Monday, we’ll make a show of me leaving, heading into town for my scheduled days off.”
“But?” she asked, taking a bite of the cake.
“But, I’ll double back, take my small boat back to the island.”
“You have a boat?”
“Yes, a small one. In case I need to come back for emergencies.” She nodded.
“Okay, then what?”
“You continue to stay in my room, instead of in yours. But, you act like you’re sleeping in your room, where I will be instead.”
“We,” she interjected.
“No,” he said, finishing off his cake. “I.”
She leaned back, crossed her arms over her chest again. This time it was in defiance instead of nerves.
“No, we will stay in my room. Besides, if he sees me sneaking into your room...”
Damn it, she was right. If whoever was watching saw her go into his room... a million thoughts jumped into his mind and fear had him reaching for his empty wine glass.
Pouring some
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