Page 7 of Crashing into Love

“What’s in these?”

“Shredded coconut, white chocolate chips, and a few macadamia nuts.”

Drew turned because Olivia hadn’t been the one to give her that information. Selma Driscoll was standing on Drew’s side of the counter, and she wasn’t wearing any kind of ski or board gear that would’ve indicated that she’d just come in from a day on the mountain. In fact, she was wearing a beige business suit jacket with matching slacks, brown loafers, a white undershirt that looked like it had come with the suit, and a nametag. Selma was wearing a resort nametag. She worked here.

“Hi, Drew,” Selma greeted.

“Uh… Hi. You work here?”

“I do, yes. That cookie you just raved about? It’s mine. I made it.”

Drew swallowed and said, “Well, it’s really good, so…”

“I saw your name on the guest list,” Selma revealed. “Glad to see you got here okay. Olivia, is she good to go?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Olivia replied and slid two key cards onto the counter. “I just paged David to help her with her bags.”

“Great. See you around, Drew. Welcome.”

Then, Selma marched off toward what Drew knew was the kitchen.

“What the hell was that?” she mumbled to herself through a mouthful of cookie.

“Sorry?”

Drew turned back to the woman and said, “Nothing. Um… Is the guy coming out to take my stuff? If not, I can carry it myself. I lugged it all the way in here.”

“He’s on his way, yeah,” Olivia replied with a kind smile.

CHAPTER 4

“Great. See you around, Drew. Welcome.”

Selma hurried off without waiting for a response and ended up in the kitchen, where she saw the trays of cookies she’d come downstairs to wrap in their individual branded wrappers and then take to the front desk to refill Olivia’s stash since they had a big group coming in later that night and she wanted to be prepared for them.

“What is wrong with you?” she asked herself, placing both hands on the stainless-steel counter.

“You okay?”

Selma turned her head to see David standing there.

“Yes, thank you. Olivia paged you, right?”

“Yeah. I was on break. I’m on my way to the front desk now.”

“Please be careful with her stuff.”

“Whose stuff?” he asked.

“The guest’s, David. Room three-thirty-three.”

“Oh, right. Is there something breakable in there?”

“I’m sure there is. Knowing my luck, we’ll end up breaking it, and it’ll be extremely sentimental and something I can’t replace, so I’ll just have to move very, very far away.”

“Sorry?”

“Nothing.” Selma sighed. “You can go take care of her. Make sure everything is put in her room for her, though. And ask her if she needs anything else, like a ride into the city, dinner on us, or, hell, another cookie if she wants one. She can have this whole tray.”

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