“Good
thing he was walking past the gondola and saw me.”
“Yeah, right.”
She looked up at Dale’s comment, but the
movement sent stabbing pain into her temples. “What are you saying?”
“Lord, Morgan. You can be so dense
sometimes.” Dale took a breath. “He was waiting for you.”
“He was?” She looked down at herself
again. “Did he see me like this?”
“He took your blouse off. And your
boots.”
“He didn’t need...”
“Morgan, you were all wet.” She picked
up the crumpled blouse, then dropped it again. “He was sitting here looking out
for you when we got home.”
“He was?” Morgan recalled the look on
Adrian’s face last night as he looked down at her. There was something in that
look beyond friendship and a faint smile played around her lips as she
considered the possibilities. Maybe things weren’t looking so bleak after all.
“That was nice of him.”
Dale waited a few beats before she spoke.
“So what happened with Rob?”
Morgan gave a short laugh. “I think I’m
cured of that particular ailment, and guess what? I don’t mind at all.”
“Well then, something good came out of
all this.” The doorbell rang and Dale checked her watch. “That’ll be Chance. Do
you think you’ll be all right by yourself?”
“I’ll be fine.” She stood up to prove
her point. “I’ll be just fine.”
* * *
Karen was behind the front desk when
Morgan arrived for her afternoon shift. The room clerk gave her a sympathetic
smile as she went into the back room to hang up her coat and put on her shoes.
“How are you feeling?” she murmured, checking to make sure that Mr. Wynn-Jones
wasn’t around.
“Better than this morning.” Morgan had
consumed several cups of tea and a couple of pieces of toast, but that was all.
“Thank you for helping me out last night.”
“You’re welcome.” She gave her a sly
look. “Wasn’t it nice that Adrian was just walking by?”
Morgan wasn’t sure how to respond.
“As if I believed that.” Karen grinned.
“But it was sweet.”
Morgan looked over at the concierge
desk, but Klaus was there by himself, engrossed in conversation with a guest.
“He’s out for a late lunch.” She grinned
again and for the first time Morgan noticed that she had a dimple, much like
Chance’s. “For some reason he thought it necessary to stop by and tell me.”
“It’s getting kind of complicated.”
Morgan looked away.
“Because his family owns the hotel?”
Morgan looked at her, speechless.
“Tyler told me.” She lifted her
shoulders in a casual shrug. “He knows somebody who worked in the kitchen at Klosters.”
Morgan gave a short laugh. “I’ve only
known about it for a couple of days. He told me that eventually someone would
come along who knows him.”
“I don’t think Tyler plans to tell
anyone.” She worked on the computer for a few moments. “Is that going to change
anything between you two?”
Morgan considered the question for a
moment. “We’re still getting to know each other but I’m hoping it doesn’t.”
“Well good luck. You guys are cute
together.”
“Cute?”
“Yeah, cute. Nothing wrong with that, is
there?”
Morgan had to smile. “No, I guess not.”
Chapter Fourteen
The front desk telephone rang and Karen
answered. “Front Desk, how many I help you?”
Morgan sensed the change as Karen frowned,
and called up the account for Suite #326 on the computer. “No, Mrs Glasser.”
She glanced over at Morgan. “I’ve been here since this morning and I haven’t
seen him.” She held the phone away from her ear and Morgan suppressed a smile.
“Yes, I’ll call you immediately if I see him.”
“That was Mrs. Glasser. She just came in
from shopping and her little boy is missing. She’s having a fit.” She thought
for a moment. “I think I should go tell Adrian.” She didn’t wait for a
response, but walked briskly across the lobby in the direction of the
restaurant.
“Have you heard?” Mr.
thing he was walking past the gondola and saw me.”
“Yeah, right.”
She looked up at Dale’s comment, but the
movement sent stabbing pain into her temples. “What are you saying?”
“Lord, Morgan. You can be so dense
sometimes.” Dale took a breath. “He was waiting for you.”
“He was?” She looked down at herself
again. “Did he see me like this?”
“He took your blouse off. And your
boots.”
“He didn’t need...”
“Morgan, you were all wet.” She picked
up the crumpled blouse, then dropped it again. “He was sitting here looking out
for you when we got home.”
“He was?” Morgan recalled the look on
Adrian’s face last night as he looked down at her. There was something in that
look beyond friendship and a faint smile played around her lips as she
considered the possibilities. Maybe things weren’t looking so bleak after all.
“That was nice of him.”
Dale waited a few beats before she spoke.
“So what happened with Rob?”
Morgan gave a short laugh. “I think I’m
cured of that particular ailment, and guess what? I don’t mind at all.”
“Well then, something good came out of
all this.” The doorbell rang and Dale checked her watch. “That’ll be Chance. Do
you think you’ll be all right by yourself?”
“I’ll be fine.” She stood up to prove
her point. “I’ll be just fine.”
* * *
Karen was behind the front desk when
Morgan arrived for her afternoon shift. The room clerk gave her a sympathetic
smile as she went into the back room to hang up her coat and put on her shoes.
“How are you feeling?” she murmured, checking to make sure that Mr. Wynn-Jones
wasn’t around.
“Better than this morning.” Morgan had
consumed several cups of tea and a couple of pieces of toast, but that was all.
“Thank you for helping me out last night.”
“You’re welcome.” She gave her a sly
look. “Wasn’t it nice that Adrian was just walking by?”
Morgan wasn’t sure how to respond.
“As if I believed that.” Karen grinned.
“But it was sweet.”
Morgan looked over at the concierge
desk, but Klaus was there by himself, engrossed in conversation with a guest.
“He’s out for a late lunch.” She grinned
again and for the first time Morgan noticed that she had a dimple, much like
Chance’s. “For some reason he thought it necessary to stop by and tell me.”
“It’s getting kind of complicated.”
Morgan looked away.
“Because his family owns the hotel?”
Morgan looked at her, speechless.
“Tyler told me.” She lifted her
shoulders in a casual shrug. “He knows somebody who worked in the kitchen at Klosters.”
Morgan gave a short laugh. “I’ve only
known about it for a couple of days. He told me that eventually someone would
come along who knows him.”
“I don’t think Tyler plans to tell
anyone.” She worked on the computer for a few moments. “Is that going to change
anything between you two?”
Morgan considered the question for a
moment. “We’re still getting to know each other but I’m hoping it doesn’t.”
“Well good luck. You guys are cute
together.”
“Cute?”
“Yeah, cute. Nothing wrong with that, is
there?”
Morgan had to smile. “No, I guess not.”
Chapter Fourteen
The front desk telephone rang and Karen
answered. “Front Desk, how many I help you?”
Morgan sensed the change as Karen frowned,
and called up the account for Suite #326 on the computer. “No, Mrs Glasser.”
She glanced over at Morgan. “I’ve been here since this morning and I haven’t
seen him.” She held the phone away from her ear and Morgan suppressed a smile.
“Yes, I’ll call you immediately if I see him.”
“That was Mrs. Glasser. She just came in
from shopping and her little boy is missing. She’s having a fit.” She thought
for a moment. “I think I should go tell Adrian.” She didn’t wait for a
response, but walked briskly across the lobby in the direction of the
restaurant.
“Have you heard?” Mr.
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