“Yes.” I lifted a glass of juice and sipped. Then I lifted my fork and took a bite of perfectly cooked eggs. The lemony butter tang of the sauce hit my taste buds.

Ro ate his eggs and spinach, and relaxed even more.

“This is what I like to give our guests. The sensation of leaving their busy lives behind. Relaxing. Taking it slower. Taking everything in.”

His gaze leveled on me.

I plowed on. “The hotel was designed to fit Windward. Our guests love it. As you’ve mentioned, there are things that can be upgraded and improved, but if you knock it down and build something modern and glitzy…” I shook my head and reached a hand across the table. “You’ll be ruining this. This special something.”

His big hand closed over mine and I had to control my jolt. Sensations zipped through me.

“I think it would be a shame to knock it down,” he murmured.

I smiled, relief bursting inside me. “I knew you’d see the charm of the place.”

His lips quirked. “My hotel manager kind of beat me over the head with it.”

“With something this important, you can’t be subtle.”

He squeezed my hand then sat back in his chair, looking out at the view again.

Dammit, I missed the touch of his hand. No, Tessa. No touching.

“Do you come up here much?” he asked.

“No, it’s been a while. I forgot how lovely it is.” I closed my eyes and smiled. “You should see it in the winter. It’s magical.”

“So what do you do when you’re not busy working your magic at the resort?”

“To be fair, my work doesn’t leave me much free time. Between work, friends and family, my plate is full. I do try to ski in the winter. You?”

“Same. Between work, traveling for work, and…cleaning up my father’s messes, there’s not much time left.”

“You can describe it shorter if you say workaholic.”

He huffed. “It sounds like you are, as well.”

I shook my head. “No, like I said, I spend time with my family and friends. I share meals with my aunt and cousins. I spend time with my girlfriends. We try new cocktail recipes with varying results. But I do love my work.”

“I do, too. Being a hotelier is in my blood. And running a hotel is in yours. We have something in common.”

I laughed. “I never thought I’d have something in common with a billionaire.”

“How many billionaires do you know?”

“Ah, one. Including you.”

“So you shouldn’t generalize.”

“I guess not.” I rested my elbows on the table. “What do you love about your work?”