Chapter 8
It wasn’t really a letdown. The view was spectacular. The only problem was, all the other spectators thought so too. Gia recalled a movie where a couple planned to meet at the top and the girl had waited until closing just to see him again but he didn’t show. She had given up on getting that kiss and seeing her love again. But like any good romance, when all looked bleak the hero showed up and swept her off her feet.
But Roger was by her side the entire time. There wasn’t a time when he wasn’t so close she couldn’t touch him.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked.
She nodded. “It’s more beautiful than I imagined, but . . .”
“But?”
Gia turned around and said, “I liked the beach better.”
Roger smiled. “Me too. Are you ready to call it a night?”
“I am,” she replied. Roger held her hand as they waited in line for the elevator to go back down.
“You look disappointed,” Roger said.
“I guess when I planned it I thought it would be less crowded. I know people are all cuddled up and taking pictures while kissing, but that’s not me.”
“If you want romantic, you need to find someplace not on everyone’s radar. Would you like a few suggestions?”
Although she could use the help, there was no way she was about to admit that. So she turned the tables and said, “So when you complained about watching Hallmark movies with me, you were just joking.”
“Hell no!”
“But you just offered to plan something romantic with me.”
“Trust me; I don’t have a romantic bone in my body.”
She looked up at him and smiled. “I think you do but you’re afraid to let it out. The walk on the beach was pretty romantic. And the pizza and beer too.”
“Okay, don’t make me regret doing any of those things,” he said flatly.
She snuggled up closer to him and added, “And the kiss on the couch. That was pretty romantic too.”
When he looked down at her his eyes were dark, but not with anger. “Keep it up. All these people aren’t going to be around when we get back to the hotel.”
Letting her tongue slowly lick her top lip she said, “I know.”
Just before they got in the elevator, Roger’s phone rang. She watched as he checked the caller ID and answered. “Hey Caydan, everything all right?”
She couldn’t make out what was being said, but the guy sounded upset. A few minutes later Roger added, “Caydan, I have told him a million times, I’m not interested in running a resort. Not now, not ever. There are enough of you guys. Take turns staying there. I’m not a Henderson.”
The call lasted a few more minutes and when it ended, Roger didn’t have the same playful relaxed look on his face. “Things not going well with your friend?”
They were almost at the bottom when Roger said, “There’s a lot more going on than that resort. I’m not sure, but somehow I think he knows I’m working with Brice.”
“I swear, I didn’t say anything.” Actually that was easy because she just found out today that Roger was helping Brice, and she had never met Caydan.
Roger must’ve sensed her concerns and said, “I know you didn’t. I’ve been in Boston too long, and Caydan knows me well enough to suspect something is up.”
“Why don’t you tell him it’s because of me?” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. I’m getting as bad as Vickie. “I mean you . . . you know . . . helping me find work.”
Roger put his arm around her waist and pulled her into him. “You’re brilliant, do you know that?”
Nope. Because if I had a brain in my head, I wouldn’t be siding with you over the Hendersons.Although she wanted to work for them, everyone in Boston knew they weren’t a family to mess with.