then returned, eyeing him. “You’re good in the hotel, then?” she asked.
“Sure.” He shrugged. “It doesn’t have the view of this place, but the bed is nice.”
Kayla jumped as if she’d been shot. “Wait. We have a room for you here now. We got it fixed.” She nodded and smiled at him, then did the same to Ginny. “Right? Shouldn’t I put him back in the house?”
The look on Ginny’s face was total innocence, but Mark knew exactly what she was thinking. She wanted him back under the same roof as Andie. But why?
And how did he feel about her wanting him there?
Because he knew how he felt about being there. Very damned good.
CHAPTER SEVEN
T he sound of the waves pounding into the shore eased the tension from Andie’s shoulders as she slid down lower in the swing, her back curving at an angle no doctor would approve of. She snuggled in deeper as she held her e-reader up. She was in her spot, and though it was nearing midnight, she did not want to leave.
She’d had a long couple of days. Today nothing had gone wrong, at least, but yesterday on the tour they’d gotten to the midpoint, where they had an arrangement with the historical society to use the grounds for lunch, and she’d realized that because she’d overslept — because she’d been thinking about Mark, and about kissing Mark — she’d forgotten to run lunch over to the storage cooler before the tour had begun.
Thank goodness Kayla had realized this and showed up just in time. Sometimes Andie wondered what in the world she was doing. Kayla should be running things instead of her. But it was her and Aunt Ginny’s business, and she was determined to do a good job.
Another wave broke and she peered up at the sky. All the stars were gone. The sea had been growing rougher over the past hour, a good indication that the weathermen had been correct. A storm was heading their way.
She just hoped it moved out before morning so they didn’t end up with a house full of guests looking to be entertained. She needed to spend some quality time working before she headed to her weekly class at the senior center. The business had gotten a lot of calls over the last couple of days, both from excited brides as well as inquiring magazines.
Word was getting out: Seaglass Celebrations was making waves. She suspected it had a lot to do with Penelope Jordan. The girl was sweet, and Andie was pretty sure she’d been calling everybody who would listen and letting them know how the trip was going. It was far more than Andie could have asked.
The sky lit with a flash of lightning, and she let out a sigh and rose from her seat. She’d had the swing installed a couple of years ago. The area was separated from the house enough that she could disappear in the evenings if she wanted to, and rarely did any guests find their way to it. There were walking paths nearby, just down the slight hill, and an area with a waterfall and benches. There was little reason for anyone to look beyond that.
She could sit hidden in her cocoon for hours and no one would notice.
But right now, she was about to get soaked.
She gathered her pillow and set out for the house. It wasn’t a straight shot, and in the silent darkness the stroll was almost eerie, but she enjoyed it. She loved being out there by herself after everyone else was in bed.
And from all accounts that’s where they now were. The chartered bus they’d hired for the daytrip to Savannah had pulled up a couple hours ago. She’d heard the noise as everyone had made their way either into the house or back to their bungalows. They were a fun group, but she would be glad for them to be gone.
Avoiding Mark hadn’t been too hard yet — she hadn’t seen him since two nights ago on the beach — but she knew she couldn’t escape him for long. He was a part of things, and her newly acquired talent for hiding out from the group couldn’t last for much longer. Phillip Jordan’s watchful eye would make certain of
“Sure.” He shrugged. “It doesn’t have the view of this place, but the bed is nice.”
Kayla jumped as if she’d been shot. “Wait. We have a room for you here now. We got it fixed.” She nodded and smiled at him, then did the same to Ginny. “Right? Shouldn’t I put him back in the house?”
The look on Ginny’s face was total innocence, but Mark knew exactly what she was thinking. She wanted him back under the same roof as Andie. But why?
And how did he feel about her wanting him there?
Because he knew how he felt about being there. Very damned good.
CHAPTER SEVEN
T he sound of the waves pounding into the shore eased the tension from Andie’s shoulders as she slid down lower in the swing, her back curving at an angle no doctor would approve of. She snuggled in deeper as she held her e-reader up. She was in her spot, and though it was nearing midnight, she did not want to leave.
She’d had a long couple of days. Today nothing had gone wrong, at least, but yesterday on the tour they’d gotten to the midpoint, where they had an arrangement with the historical society to use the grounds for lunch, and she’d realized that because she’d overslept — because she’d been thinking about Mark, and about kissing Mark — she’d forgotten to run lunch over to the storage cooler before the tour had begun.
Thank goodness Kayla had realized this and showed up just in time. Sometimes Andie wondered what in the world she was doing. Kayla should be running things instead of her. But it was her and Aunt Ginny’s business, and she was determined to do a good job.
Another wave broke and she peered up at the sky. All the stars were gone. The sea had been growing rougher over the past hour, a good indication that the weathermen had been correct. A storm was heading their way.
She just hoped it moved out before morning so they didn’t end up with a house full of guests looking to be entertained. She needed to spend some quality time working before she headed to her weekly class at the senior center. The business had gotten a lot of calls over the last couple of days, both from excited brides as well as inquiring magazines.
Word was getting out: Seaglass Celebrations was making waves. She suspected it had a lot to do with Penelope Jordan. The girl was sweet, and Andie was pretty sure she’d been calling everybody who would listen and letting them know how the trip was going. It was far more than Andie could have asked.
The sky lit with a flash of lightning, and she let out a sigh and rose from her seat. She’d had the swing installed a couple of years ago. The area was separated from the house enough that she could disappear in the evenings if she wanted to, and rarely did any guests find their way to it. There were walking paths nearby, just down the slight hill, and an area with a waterfall and benches. There was little reason for anyone to look beyond that.
She could sit hidden in her cocoon for hours and no one would notice.
But right now, she was about to get soaked.
She gathered her pillow and set out for the house. It wasn’t a straight shot, and in the silent darkness the stroll was almost eerie, but she enjoyed it. She loved being out there by herself after everyone else was in bed.
And from all accounts that’s where they now were. The chartered bus they’d hired for the daytrip to Savannah had pulled up a couple hours ago. She’d heard the noise as everyone had made their way either into the house or back to their bungalows. They were a fun group, but she would be glad for them to be gone.
Avoiding Mark hadn’t been too hard yet — she hadn’t seen him since two nights ago on the beach — but she knew she couldn’t escape him for long. He was a part of things, and her newly acquired talent for hiding out from the group couldn’t last for much longer. Phillip Jordan’s watchful eye would make certain of
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