Page 35 of An Irish Kiss
“God?Are You listening?Help!”
The kayak seemed to have caught a current which pushed it faster, away from the castle ruins, away from the golf course, away from the hotel resort.
The boathouse was now a speck, and he tried to shovel water with his arms, but it still wasn’t working.It wasn’t working!
“Lord, I need a miracle!I haven’t come all this way to drown.Please, send someone to help!”
CHAPTERNINE
“Ash, can you tell me why the thermostat in Aidan’s room was down so low?”
“Oh dear.Was it?”her sister asked, with overly innocent eyes.
“And he can’t find the controller either.”
“Really?”
She sighed.“You know we’re not supposed to freeze our guests into leaving.”
“I know our guests are not supposed to come here under false pretences,” Aisling snipped.
True.But still, “It’s a little petty, don’t you think?”
“Says the woman who refuses to talk to him.”
Okay.That was fair.“I know.I’ve behaved pretty childishly too.”
“But itissatisfying, isn’t it?”
Rory bit back a smile.Yes.Playing petty was plenty satisfying.Until it wasn’t.She felt bad, knowing her actions hardly reflected how she was supposed to behave.Not just as a hotel manager, but also as a Christian.Sorry, Lord.
“Could you please adjust it back to the normal temperature?And return the controller as well?”
“Fine.Act like the mature one, why don’t you?”Aisling rolled her eyes and headed up the stairs.
Rory returned to the computer and was soon lost in social media prep for several of the charities she volunteered for when her phone buzzed.Aisling.“Yeah?”
“Um, did you happen to see a kayaker in trouble?”
“Is someone on the kayaks?Nobody has booked them.”
“Well, booked or not, I’m looking out the window in the upstairs hall, and there’s someone who looks like they’re speeding towards Canada.And it sure looks like one of our kayaks.”
“What?”
She hurried to the lounge area, and snatched up a pair of binoculars they had on hand for the rare whale spotting.She refocused and glanced out across the bay.Where…?
There!The bright orange kayak certainly did look like one of theirs, and the dark-haired man…
Oh no!She threw the binoculars down, grabbed her phone and oversized jacket, and raced out the door, stabbing at the phone as she spoke.“Ash?It’s Aidan.”
“What?”
“The kayaker.I think it’s Aidan.”
“I’ll call Bob.”The resorts outdoorsman.The one who would normally deal with all outdoor emergencies.Except he was off fixing a path at the other side of the golf course, and she’d have to spend minutes they didn’t have trying to explain things.
“There’s no time.”
