Page 12 of The Bride's Secret

“Just a second.” Typing noises and a click or two entertained Wyatt while he ran his last mile. “Bellami Spagnoli. She’s supposed to be a real fireball, if you know what I mean. Whatever you do, pretend she’s a guy.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t open her door. No compliments on her looks. Strictly business.”

“Got it. My mama taught me differently. I hope I don’t slip up and act like a gentleman.”

“Very funny. She won’t appreciate your humor either.”

“Wow, maybe I should wait and send Theresa.” Their marketing director might be able to handle this much better than Wyatt.

“Nah, you’re there. You got this.”

He wasn’t so sure, but he typed in the information on his phone. “Can you have Julia send me the contact information and address?”

“Already did. Nail ‘em down Wyatt. This could be a huge account.”

“Consider it done.”

“That’s my man.”

Wyatt ended the call and his run feeling much better than when he started. His legs felt like mush, but he had pushed all of his attraction demons away. He felt excited about work, his current clients and this new Aloha potential. He draped a towel around his neck and pushed the elevator buttons. The door opened to Carisa giggling. The guys from the airport stood beside her, so keyed into her that they didn’t see him.

She turned her head, ready to exit the elevator. “Oh Wyatt!” Her smile grew. “Did you work out?”

He nodded, eyeing the men beside her. “I thought I’d get my run in before work.” He stood beside her, waiting for the introduction.

“Oh! Right. Wyatt, this is Max and Michael, And this is Wyatt, my...” She faltered and he just raised his eyebrows, slightly amused because he couldn’t stand the other two guys. “My husband.”

The men’s mouth’s opened a second, looking from Carisa to Wyatt and back.

He stood taller, eyeing them until they looked away. Then he held out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Carisa laughed nervously. “We’re going to try out the machines.” She wore her sports bra and a pair of yoga shorts, tight, beautiful, curvy. And Wyatt fisted a portion of the towel. “Great. See you back at the room.”

The man called Max held up his hands. “I don’t need to get in anyone’s way. We can work out any time.” Wyatt stared them down. “I’m not worried if she isn’t.”

Carisa shrugged. “No way. We’re here to work out. It isn’t going to be pretty.”

Wyatt doubted that; Eyeing her in her workout get up, he knew it would be one thing, and that was pretty, but he didn’t stick around to verify. He had work to do and a distance to build between them. At least the men knew what they were dealing with here. She would have some protection if she wanted it.

He showered and then sat down on the balcony with his laptop and phone and got some work done. Two hours later, his email dinged with the information about Miss Spagnoli. He looked up her address. Perfect. She lived only a few miles from the resort. He sent her an email.

Five minutes later his phone rang, a caller from a local number. “Hello.”

“This is Bellami Spagnoli. Am I speaking with Wyatt Jackson?” Her voice sounded young, energetic, happy.

“You sure are. Thanks for giving me a call.”

“It’s not often someone is already here on the island, ready to do business. When can we meet?”

“Any day. Any time. I’m here until Sunday.”

“Okay, how about tomorrow. I’ll come to you.”

“Let me come pick you up, for lunch at the Waieapicu?”

The pause made him smile. “You know about the Waieapicu?”

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