Julia wasn’t sure who said what, but she had to agree. This was indeed very, very bad. She stood shoulder to shoulder with the others, still huddled in the doorway of the stairwell, watching in suspended horror as Mrs. Weatherfork observed the tableau before her.

“Mister Zachary Brennan!” the woman bellowed, voice booming as she stepped into the hall.

Julia was surprised the wineglasses on a nearby room service cart didn’t shatter. The sound was enough to set off a torrent of yapping, canine alarm bells. That got her friend’s attention. Kat shifted away from Zach and took in the scene around her. Julia and Andie waved awkwardly.

“I believe this is yours?” Mrs. Weatherfork asked, holding out a bundle of pink fabric.

Kat nodded meekly, face flushing the same color as her sweater.

Zach turned toward the stairs to make his escape, and they got a front-row seat to the frontal view.

“Don’t worry,” Andie reassured Curt. “We already saw that, too.”

“Stop right there, young man,” Mrs. Weatherfork commanded.

Zach listened to his boss and froze, pants at his ankles, while the corgis ran circles around him, still barking.

The cacophony had begun to draw guests from their rooms. Doors opened and curious heads peeked out into the hall.

The owner of the resort ignored all of this as she stared her wayward employee down, bosom heaving. “You are aware we have strict rules regarding player intercourse—”

Another snicker from Curt.

“I’ve warned you about this,” Mrs. Weatherfork continued. “Put your heart and soul into your performance, not your”—she paused and glanced down—“cockie.” She sighed and hushed her dogs. “Oh dear, I find we are in quite the pickle.”

This time it was Andie who snickered.

“Pull your damn pants up!” someone yelled from down the hall.

Zach bent awkwardly, tugging on his trousers.

“Party pooper!” another voice called.

“I don’t want to fire you, but I have to consider my bottom line.” Mrs. Weatherfork glanced up and down the hall, clucking her tongue. “Perhaps, if you’d avoided such a public display, I might have been able to overlook it.” She released a long-suffering sigh and pressed the button for the elevator. When it arrived, she swept inside, corgis on her heels. She gestured for Zach to join her.

The actor flashed Kat an apologetic smile but did as he was told. As the doors slid closed, he blew her a kiss and winked.

Curt whistled. “You gotta admit, the guy has balls.”

“I assume you mean that in the figurative sense?” Andie quirked a brow. “Though I suppose the literal interpretation applies here as well.”

Julia ignored them and hurried toward Kat, standing alone in front of the elevator, looking a little shell-shocked. “Hey.” She reached for her friend, pulling her in for a hug.

“You don’t think she’ll actually fire him, do you?” Kat wondered.

“I think it’s possible,” Julia admitted.