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open, she lost the urge not to look over her shoulder.
“Is that what shell-shocked looks like?” she asked, fighting a satisfied smile at the utter disbelief on his face.
“This is what determination looks like. What’s it going to take to change your mind?”
“Tonight? Nothing.”
“Tomorrow?”
She just laughed and opened the door. “Is another day.”
She slipped inside before he could come after her, latching the door and leaning against it, her food journal in her hand.
Definitely an A for today. But tomorrow was looking shaky.
Chapter Six
Using the thick envelope that had arrived on his doorstep that morning, Nick tapped on the open door of the Barefoot Brides office at noon the next day, determined to win this time.
“Anyone here?” He stepped up to the door, meeting two gazes, but not the Wedgwood blue and pewter gray eyes of the woman he came to see.
“Hello, Nick.” Ari, whose desk was closest to the door, stood immediately and flashed a bright smile. With long dark hair and ebony eyes, she was the most exotic looking of the three, with a hint of either Latin or American Indian in her striking appearance. “Of course we’re here on a Saturday, although we don’t have a wedding this weekend.”
He tried not to be obvious as his gaze shifted to the third—and empty—desk in the room, working not to show his disappointment.
“She’s in the kitchen,” Gussie said, proving that he’d probably failed.
“She’s going over some new catering menu items with the chef,” Ari said. “I’m not sure if it’s the best time to bother her.”
He raised his brows. “You think I bother her?”
Gussie winked. “That’s why they call it hot and bothered, right?”
“We weren’t expecting you or Misty today,” Ari said. “You know this is your day to enjoy the resort, but if you have any questions, we’re here to help.”
“His question is, ‘Where’s Willow?’” Gussie rose from her desk chair, her pixie-like features fixed in a happy expression framed by pink-tipped platinum hair. Always with the wigs, that one. “Am I right?”
Why lie to her closest friends and business partners? Anyway, there was nothing a soldier needed more in a battle than buddies. Even if they had pink hair. He gave her a slow nod. “You are correct, ma’am.”
The two women shared a look and a silent message that he was clueless to decipher. “Any chance I could talk to her?” he asked.
Ari angled her head. “Only if you’ve come to beg her forgiveness for showing up hours late last night.”
So they knew everything. “Even better,” he said, holding up the envelope. “I come bearing free spa treatments.”
“Why would I want them?”
He spun around at the surprise attack from the back, swearing at his damn pathetic non-working ear. In that nanosecond, she snapped the envelope from his hand, spearing him with a playful and pretty look. “This is all for you, as our guest.”
“A hot nautilus shell massage and steam brush facial for men?” He looked skyward. “What Navy SEAL doesn’t want to spend his day like that?”
“You’re forgetting the men’s pedicure.” Willow managed to slip by him, slender enough to slide into the office without letting their bodies touch.
He watched her walk to her desk in jeans that showed off a tight, curved ass to mouthwatering perfection. Damn. How had she gone from the young woman he knew in Sproul Hall to…
Seventeen almonds and a roof tile, that’s how . And workouts that no doubt rivaled BUD/S training. Which was almost as much of a turn-on as the way her tight T-shirt tucked into the jeans and showed off her waist.
“Ahem.” Gussie gave him an elbow and raised brow. “You’re staring.”
“Ahem, I’m human. And she’s spectacular.”
Willow turned as she reached her desk, fighting a smile. “Full-offensive attack today, Lieutenant?”
“With a couple’s massage.” He fluttered the envelope. “What about it? You.
“Is that what shell-shocked looks like?” she asked, fighting a satisfied smile at the utter disbelief on his face.
“This is what determination looks like. What’s it going to take to change your mind?”
“Tonight? Nothing.”
“Tomorrow?”
She just laughed and opened the door. “Is another day.”
She slipped inside before he could come after her, latching the door and leaning against it, her food journal in her hand.
Definitely an A for today. But tomorrow was looking shaky.
Chapter Six
Using the thick envelope that had arrived on his doorstep that morning, Nick tapped on the open door of the Barefoot Brides office at noon the next day, determined to win this time.
“Anyone here?” He stepped up to the door, meeting two gazes, but not the Wedgwood blue and pewter gray eyes of the woman he came to see.
“Hello, Nick.” Ari, whose desk was closest to the door, stood immediately and flashed a bright smile. With long dark hair and ebony eyes, she was the most exotic looking of the three, with a hint of either Latin or American Indian in her striking appearance. “Of course we’re here on a Saturday, although we don’t have a wedding this weekend.”
He tried not to be obvious as his gaze shifted to the third—and empty—desk in the room, working not to show his disappointment.
“She’s in the kitchen,” Gussie said, proving that he’d probably failed.
“She’s going over some new catering menu items with the chef,” Ari said. “I’m not sure if it’s the best time to bother her.”
He raised his brows. “You think I bother her?”
Gussie winked. “That’s why they call it hot and bothered, right?”
“We weren’t expecting you or Misty today,” Ari said. “You know this is your day to enjoy the resort, but if you have any questions, we’re here to help.”
“His question is, ‘Where’s Willow?’” Gussie rose from her desk chair, her pixie-like features fixed in a happy expression framed by pink-tipped platinum hair. Always with the wigs, that one. “Am I right?”
Why lie to her closest friends and business partners? Anyway, there was nothing a soldier needed more in a battle than buddies. Even if they had pink hair. He gave her a slow nod. “You are correct, ma’am.”
The two women shared a look and a silent message that he was clueless to decipher. “Any chance I could talk to her?” he asked.
Ari angled her head. “Only if you’ve come to beg her forgiveness for showing up hours late last night.”
So they knew everything. “Even better,” he said, holding up the envelope. “I come bearing free spa treatments.”
“Why would I want them?”
He spun around at the surprise attack from the back, swearing at his damn pathetic non-working ear. In that nanosecond, she snapped the envelope from his hand, spearing him with a playful and pretty look. “This is all for you, as our guest.”
“A hot nautilus shell massage and steam brush facial for men?” He looked skyward. “What Navy SEAL doesn’t want to spend his day like that?”
“You’re forgetting the men’s pedicure.” Willow managed to slip by him, slender enough to slide into the office without letting their bodies touch.
He watched her walk to her desk in jeans that showed off a tight, curved ass to mouthwatering perfection. Damn. How had she gone from the young woman he knew in Sproul Hall to…
Seventeen almonds and a roof tile, that’s how . And workouts that no doubt rivaled BUD/S training. Which was almost as much of a turn-on as the way her tight T-shirt tucked into the jeans and showed off her waist.
“Ahem.” Gussie gave him an elbow and raised brow. “You’re staring.”
“Ahem, I’m human. And she’s spectacular.”
Willow turned as she reached her desk, fighting a smile. “Full-offensive attack today, Lieutenant?”
“With a couple’s massage.” He fluttered the envelope. “What about it? You.
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