“No.” I wondered about his upbringing. I’m sure he didn’t lack for material things, but were his parents there to tuck him into bed, or watch his sports games, or help him with his homework? “Anyway, the Windward has always been the center of the town. Where everyone celebrates. Where you can meet new people from all around the country and the world. I loved visiting here, and in high school, I worked here on weekends. I worked housekeeping and reception and waited tables in the restaurant. I knew I’d study hospitality, and I knew that one day, I’d manage this place.”

He stared at me, and I shifted on the crate, suddenly self-conscious.

“Your passion shines through.”

“It’s my thing, my place. Ensuring guests have the best time possible makes me happy. The way I’m sure jet-setting around the world buying hotels makes you happy.”

He frowned, looking at the floor. “Yes.”

It was really getting warm. Some strands of my hair stuck to the side of my head, and if I had buttons, I’d undo a few.

“I bet this wasn’t how you expected to spend part of your day.”

He turned his head, and our faces were only inches apart. “No, it wasn’t.”

I felt…something. His eyes flashed and he stared at me. My heart did a small somersault in my chest.

Oh my God. This had to stop.

Professional was my middle name. I lived to be professional and good at my job. I did not entertain any lustful thoughts about anyone I worked with. Especially when that person is the one who signed my paycheck.

And especially not the man who held the fate of my hotel and all its people in his hands.

“Tessa, I⁠—”

The ring of a cellphone cut through the moment.

“There’s a signal.” He stood, looked at his phone, and groaned.

It made him seem… human. I watched as he pressed the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Father.”

12. Ro

Chapter 12

Ro

“Ambrose.”

My father’s voice always set me on edge. I hadn’t exaggerated to Tessa—my father was usually angry or disappointed with me. When I was younger, I’d wanted to please and impress him. Honestly, I’d barely spent much time with him, and didn’t know him. Once I got to know him as a man, it hadn’t taken me long to realize I didn’t want to be anything like Niall Langston.

“I didn’t expect you to call again so soon.”

“You didn’t let me finish last night.” He made a sound. “I assume you’re busy jetting around playing hotelier.”

I felt a muscle tick beside my eye. “Why are you calling, Father? I said everything last night. I have work to do.”

“Then I’ll make this quick. I’m calling to invite you to my wedding.”