“I went exploring. There’s
a really cool room where they keep the towels and sheets and stuff. It smells
all nice in there and it’s cosy.”
She smiled. “You really shouldn’t be
going in there, Brandon. What if you got locked in or something?”
He gave her what could only be described
as a sly look. “I’m careful.” He finished his sundae, and then sat back,
looking pleased with himself. Something caught his eye outside and he jumped up
and ran between the tables to the window. “Mommy!” he cried, waving
frantically. “Mommy!”
His mother turned, saw him in the
window, and her expression turned thunderous. “Brandon!” Morgan could see her
mouth the words. “What are you doing there?”
He ran back to the table as she flung
open the door to the restaurant. “What are you doing with my child?” She
grabbed his hand and led him toward the hallway. “Wait until the manager hears
about this!”
Morgan pressed her fingers to her
temple; she was getting a headache. Might as well go and face the music.
The doors of the elevator had scarcely
closed on Mrs. Glasser and Brandon before the manager turned on her. “Whatever
gave you the idea you could take that young boy to the restaurant?” He was
almost shouting.
“I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just that...”
“Excuse me, Mr. Wynn-Jones, but I’m to
blame as well.” Adrian had been standing aside, but he came forward now. “I called
the nanny and she said he was allowed to go and that he had no allergies.”
“I can take care of this.” Morgan
refused to let Adrian take the blame. “It was my idea.” She frowned at him,
trying to signal him to back off.
“Stop it.” The manager looked from one
to the other. “The fact remains that Mrs. Glasser is extremely upset.” He
turned to Morgan. “This will go on your personnel record.”
“But, Sir...” Adrian stepped forward
again and Morgan glared at him.
“I don’t want to hear about it!” The
manager turned abruptly. “Back to work, the both of you.”
Morgan bristled, but knew better than to
talk back. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.” The front door slid open and the lobby was
suddenly alive with a group of new arrivals.
Adrian turned and greeted them, his
smile warm and welcoming. She watched him for a moment. He may seem uncertain
in social situations, but when it came to handling guests, he was quietly
confident. He looked as though he’d been dealing with guests all his life, and
she supposed that he had, in some capacity or another. For the next couple of
hours she forgot the incident with Brandon as she and Adrian handled the rush
of afternoon check-ins.
Chapter Nine
“Hey, we made a pretty good team this
afternoon.” Adrian was scrolling through the day’s check-ins. “Only two more
parties to arrive tonight.”
“I don’t know where the time went.” She
smiled at him. He was right, they had made a good team; people seemed to
respond to him.
“Would you like to go for a drink after
work?” He removed his glasses and put them in his pocket. “I could use one.”
She shot him a curious look. “Is this a
date?”
He looked down at her. “Would you like
it to be?”
Was he flirting with her? “Not tonight,
no.”
“You mean no drink or no date?” His eyes
sparkled with amusement.
“I mean no date, but I would like a
drink. Do you know somewhere we can go?”
He led her down a narrow passageway
between two buildings and into a busy bar. He managed to snag a table near the
fireplace and they sank down into low armchairs.
“What did Dale say when you called her?”
“Chance is taking her over to the
Chateau for a drink. She was looking forward to it.”
“I don’t know him all that well, but he
seems like a nice guy. They’ve sure hit it off quickly.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“What?” he said. “You seem unsure.”
Grateful for a chance to gather her
thoughts, she sat back as their wine was delivered, then took a small sip
before answering.
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