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“Me too,” I muttered.
She glanced up. “What was that?”
“The resort is quite nice,” I said. “Maybe you can book it for your next stay.”
“Hmm. Maybe I will.”
She turned in a swirl of skirts and flounced over to the sofa where I’d found Cash sleeping all those nights ago. She sat with a huff and proceeded to glue her face to her phone.
The Jensens checked out ten minutes early—and I turned the room over in record time. When I returned to the great room to tell Marigold, she waved me off while tapping away at her phone, clearly in no hurry to claim the room I’d rushed to get ready for her.
Unbelievable. I set the key on the table at her knee and retreated to my quarters before I throttled the woman.
I opened a crossword app and lost myself in the clues.
3 Across. Wound up.
“Tense,” I muttered as I filled it in. “Sounds about right.”
The next couple were popular culture questions and beyond me. I skipped over them, looking for something else I could fill in.
5 Down. Calla lily’s family. I perked up as I scribbled inArum.
With each answer, I got a little hit of dopamine. Gradually, I began to relax. Enough that when the phone rang, I picked it up without dread.
“Treehouse B&B, how can I help you?”
“It’s more about how I can help you. Great greeting, though. Very professional. I give you five stars.”
I recognized Nathan’s voice immediately. “Oh, hey, I didn’t look at the Caller ID before I picked up.”
“Obviously,” he said with a chuckle. “I thought we should finish our conversation from last weekend. You rushed off to deal with something.”
I sighed. “It’s probably not the best time to talk to me. I just dealt with the rudest guest. She threatened to leave me a bad review if I didn’t produce a room for her immediately, even though she showed up a day early, and frankly, I’m just overpeopleright now.”
I huffed with all the exasperation I couldn’t show Marigold Lawson.
“Damn,” Nathan said. “Did you get her a room?”
“Yes, not that it’ll matter with someone like her,” I grumbled. “She probably left one anyway.”
“I can’t imagine living to please other people,” Nathan said.
Yeah, I wasn’t loving it either—especially because I was so damn bad at it.
All this talk about reviews had made me curious. I tapped the Speaker button, then navigated my phone screen to the Google page for the Treehouse B&B.
My top review was nice enough.Great town. Nice place.
The next one made me suck in a sharp breath.
Owner could be friendlier. I really loved the view of the lake though!
“What’s wrong?” Nathan asked.
“Nothing, just…made the mistake of reading the reviews.”
“Uh-oh.”
