Page 48 of My Temptation

“Is this your first time here?” Jenny asked.

“Yes, it is,” I replied. “How could you tell?”

“Just a hunch.” She shrugged. “We come every year to celebrate our anniversary, so if you need any tips on things to do, where to go, you know that kind of stuff, we’re in room 208.”

“We might take you up on that.” The doors opened, and we walked out. “Happy anniversary.”

“Thanks.” Jenny smiled. “We’ll be by the pool if you want to hang out.”

I lifted my hand in a wave. “Okay, thanks again.”

“Idiots,” Ethan grumbled while we walked toward the SUV.

“What do you mean?”

“Who the hell gives a stranger their hotel room number?”

I laughed. “People who don’t have our jobs.” I yanked open the door after he unlocked the SUV. “Although, they did seem extra friendly, didn’t they?”

We both got into the SUV, and Ethan started the engine before pulling onto the main road. “Too friendly if you ask me. Do you want to look up some food places?”

“Just pull into the first place you see,” I replied. “I’m so hungry, I’ll eat anything. Plus, the only way to find out what’s local is to ask the locals. We need to start somewhere.”

As we drove, I saw the lake come into view and immediately noticed families. Kids were everywhere. Tents were set up, and people were already in the lake, and it was only a little after nine in the morning. “Wow, these people start early. Definitely feels like a family place, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“What the hell would Samson be doing out here? Think he has a family?”

“No idea.”

I slowly turned my head and studied the side of Ethan’s face. His jaw was tight as he stared out the windshield. “You hungry or what?”

“Starving.”

I grinned, chalking up his mood to being hungry. “Me too.”

He pointed at a large building that looked like a cabin but was obviously a restaurant. “What about here?”

“Sure.”

He parked, and we walked through the nearly full parking lot to the front doors. A hostess greeted us and immediately sat us in a booth, but I was shocked by how crowded this place was. “This must be the hot spot.”

“Oh, it is.” The hostess, who couldn’t be more than twenty years old, smiled. “It’s also the only restaurant along this stretch.”

“What does that mean? Along this stretch?” I asked.

“I take it this is your first visit to Devil’s Lake?”

“It is.” I smiled. “Can you give us any insider tips?”

The hostess giggled. “You’re down pretty far. Most of the action happens about five miles or so up the road.”

“Really? We saw a lot of families already set up along the lake,” I said, wanting her to keep talking and see what I could find out.

“Yeah, this side of the lake is more family-friendly with more beach area and kids’ activities. The festival is set up a little farther down, and the other side of the lake caters to adults.” She glanced between us. “I can grab you some drinks if you know what you’d like, and then I’ll send over your server.”

“I’ll have chocolate milk.”

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