She’d talked to Ben right after Elaine called. He’d checked in to see if they were still on for an event he’d invited her to—a book launch party for a writer friend. It was a cocktail party held at the White Elephant and Andrea knew it would be fun. So that was tomorrow night. Her social life had never been so busy.

She had to admit, she really preferred the hours of the concierge desk.

One thing she didn’t miss was the hours the general manager had to put in. She’d just missed the blackout at the hotel the night before. Marco had filled her in on how Paula and David stayed to make sure everyone was taken care of. She would have done the same if she’d been the GM. But she wasn’t sure she would have thought to offer free drinks and put food out. She begrudgingly had to admit that had been smart of Paula.

“Good news. My mother will be here in a few weeks. I can’t wait for you to meet her,” Marco said.

“She will? That’s great. I look forward to meeting her, too.” Andrea knew Marco and his brother and sister were close to their mother and missed seeing her.

“We’ll have a big cookout when she gets here and have all of our friends over to meet her. She’ll love that,” he said.

Andrea had met his brother a few times before and just met his sister a week or so ago when a small group of them went out to Mimi’s Place for dinner after work. His sister reminded Andrea of Marco. They shared the same smile and infectious laugh. He said they got that from his mother.

When another slow song came on, Marco didn’t even ask if she wanted to dance. He just stood and held out his hand and she followed. They didn’t talk at all as they swayed to the music. Marco was tall, just over six feet, and even though Andrea was barely five-five, they seemed to fit together perfectly. There were two slow songs in a row, which made her very happy. When the beat picked up, they stayed out there until the set ended and they were both laughing as they went back to their seats. Both of them had danced up a bit of a sweat as the dance floor was packed.

“Looks like that was their last set,” Marco said.

Andrea glanced at the time and it was already past midnight. The time had flown by.

“They were great. We’ll have to watch for when they come again.”

“Definitely.”

The waitress came by with their check and Marco quickly handed her a card before Andrea could even open her purse.

“What are you doing? Let’s split this.”

He shook his head. “Not tonight. This is my treat.”

“You don’t have to do that.”