Page 84 of Love Is an Art
We don’t have anything that shows that Cameron is corrupt.
Sure, it appears as though Roberto was unaware that Pamela consulted an outside party for decorating advice, but it’s not completely unreasonable to do so. And Pamela was open about it. Maybe that was within her purview.
Our bedrooms are connected by an adjoining door.
There’s only one chair.
The double bed takes up most of the room. But we can’t meet in the reception area. That’s hardly private.
And this is too private.
I should take a shower and get my second or third wind.
Ring.I open my eyes and roll over. My phone is ringing. Ugh. I fell asleep. I thought I’d rest my eyes while waiting for Zeke. I answer it.
“I’m outside your door. Are you in there?” Zeke asks.
“Um … yes,” I say, still a bit groggy. “I fell asleep. Hold on a minute. I’ll let you in.”
I open the door to a fresh-faced Zeke with wet hair. That definitely wakes me up. His laptop tucked under his arm is pulling up his white T-shirt, revealing his worn jeans hanging low on his hips.
This is torture.
Then again, I’m wearing a black tank top and shorts, so I’m not exactly playing fair either.
I point at the chair and the bed. “There is only one chair.”Way to point out the obvious, Tessa.
“I brought tea.” Zeke hands me one of the hotel mugs I hadn’t even noticed, since I’d been too busy trying not to stare at that sliver of toned abs, but failing, to see what else he was carrying. “Careful, it’s hot.”
I’m definitely hot.
I stare at the steam rising from the cup. “Did you make this tea in your room?”
He nods and adds with a wry smile, “Only the finest for you.”
Oh, so sweet.
Shush. It’s to make sure I’m awake enough that he’s getting his money’s worth.
I sip my tea. “It’s exactly the way I like it.”
“It’s nothing. I watched you make your tea when we did our planning meeting.”
“It’s hardly nothing.” I gesture toward the pile of papers on the desk. “Anyway, we should get started. Let’s do the folders from the office—location scouting and the interior design—first, since those are the biggest leads we have so far.”
“Or the only leads?”
“It’s early yet,” I say.
“But we can’t even talk to Valeria without Cameron.”
“I interpreted that as a good sign,” I say. “That he was worried about her meeting us alone.”
“Or he doesn’t want her to feel like she’s alone when being interrogated by an American lawyer,” he says.
“I wouldn’t interrogate her.”
“It’s still intimidating to speak with a lawyer.”
