Page 18 of While We Waited

I scowl. Nova shouldn’t be speeding. It’s dangerous. Especially on Smuggler’s Hideaway where seals and sheep regularly cross the road without warning.

Flynn holds up his hands. “Message received. It’s not my business.”

My scowl wasn’t meant for him, but I use the opportunity to switch topics. “Will you finish the chalet today?”

He scratches his neck. “Today? Today is pushing it.”

“This chalet was supposed to be operational at the start of the month. I’ve lost bookings.”

He sighs. “I’m sorry. I fired the kid who dropped the wet saw on the floor.”

The chalet was finished, but then one of his workers dropped a saw on the bathroom floor and cracked a bunch of floor tiles.

“If he would have told us what happened, we could have fixed it right away. But instead, he hid the problem.” Flynn blows out a breath. “I hate firing young kids.”

“If they can’t do the job, they need to go.”

“Doesn’t make it any easier when you bump into the person at the grocery store.”

There’s an easy solution to his problem. “Don’t go to the grocery store.”

He chuckles. “Not all of us are multi-millionaires with a restaurant kitchen at our beck and call.”

I hate discussing my wealth. I don’t give a shit about the money. I’d rather be playing football. My ankle twinges to remind me of why I’m not living my dream.

“When will you finish?”

Flynn frowns as he considers my question. “Should be a couple of days. A week at most.”

His vague answer is unacceptable. I can’t do business with vague answers. “When can I accept bookings for the chalet?”

He clears his throat. “Next week.”

I lift an eyebrow. “Next week?”

“Yes.” He nods. “Next week. I’ll make sure of it personally even if I have to lay the tiles and do the grouting myself.”

“Thanks. I’ll let my sales team know they can accept reservations for the chalet from next week onward.”

I walk toward the sliding doors but Flynn clears his throat. “The front door is open now.”

I don’t say a word. I merely pivot and walk to the front door. I notice Flynn’s smirk but I ignore it. He won’t hear from me how I defiled Nova all night long. It’s none of his business.

I barely make it out of the chalet before Roger rushes toward me. “There you are!”

“Here I am.”

“Wesley and I have been searching for you everywhere.”

This is why I rarely leave the resort. Not because I’m a hermit, but because there’s always someone who needs me. Managing a resort is more work than I could have imagined.

“What’s wrong?”

Roger reaches for the sheets. “Let me handle those for you.”

I retreat a step. “I’ve got it.”

His hands flutter in the air for a moment before he drops them. “Okay.”

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