Page 160 of Billionaire Temptations

I gave her a small smile. “It’s complicated. He’s complicated. I’m complicated. But together, we’re uncomplicated. Does that make sense?”

She laughed. “Not really. But I’ll take your word for it.” She reached over and patted my hand. “I was thinking that maybe you can help me in the kitchen tomorrow morning. Maybe show me a thing or two you learned in Tuscany.”

“I’d love to.”

“Great. Then I’ll see you up at the main house around seven a.m.?”

“I will be there.”

Alex

Due to a slight mechanical problem, I couldn’t take off as planned and was angry. The only thing I wanted to do was get to Emerson. But then I was faced with another problem. I didn’t know where the hell she was staying, so I called Adam.

“Hello.”

“Adam, I know where Emerson’s at.”

“Did you hear from her?”

“No. But she left her map behind.”

“Huh? That’s unlike her.”

“Exactly. She wants me to find her.”

“Where is she?”

“Bass Harbor, Maine.”

“How do you know she’s there?”

“When I took her back to your childhood home, she told me the story about your parents and the lighthouses. She hasn’t been to Maine yet. It was still circled in black.”

“I remember that story. Do you really think she’s there?”

“Yes. I do. I’m almost sure of it. I need you to look at her credit card to see what hotel she checked into.”

“Sorry, Alex. I don’t have access to that anymore.”

“Shit. Okay. I’ll figure it out. If I have to search every hotel in Bass Harbor and the surrounding area, I will.”

“Good luck. Bring her home, Alex.”

“I will. I’ll talk to you soon.”

I pulled up Google on my phone and searched Bass Harbor, Maine. The first thing that popped up was cottage rentals. My mind flashed back to when we were at her house. She told me that her parents rented a cottage on the water during their stay. Those cottages would be the first place I’d look.

Finally, the mechanical issue was fixed, and the plane could take off. Since it was an eight-hour flight, I wouldn’t get into the Bangor Airport until three a.m. I sighed. Now I’d have to find a hotel since I couldn’t go around trying to find her in the middle of the night. Damn it, of all places not to have a hotel chain. I was going to have to do something about that. I dialed Simon.

“Hey, Alex. What can I do for you?”

“Hey, Simon. Do you by any chance, have a hotel in Bangor, Maine?”

“Maine? No. I don’t.”

“Shit. You know, we really need to talk about opening one up there.”

“Why? What’s in Maine?”

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