Page 8 of Take My Name
“Starting Monday.”
That’s four days from now.
“You know the rules. Thirty-day notice for anything over five days.”
“I do! And normally, I’d give proper notice, but to be fair, I didn’t know Darla thirty days ago.”
That grabs my attention. “Excuse me? Who’s Darla?”
“My fiancée! We’re getting married this weekend, and I promised her a honeymoon in Mexico. Hence…the short notice.”
My lip curls. “Hence…being denied. I’ll give you one week. That’s it.”
“But—”
“I don’t have coverage for two weeks.” He should be thankful I’m even giving him that on a four-day notice.
“What ifI?—”
“Nicky.” I blink away from the screen and shift my eyes to his panicked ones. “Why the hell are you marryin’ a woman you met less than a month ago?”
“She’s my dream girl.” His gaze with heart-shaped pupils stares back at me.
It makes me sick.
“It’s never gonna work out. You know that, right?”
“Yes, it will. Not everyone’s as cynical as you. When you findthe one, you don’t let her get away.”
Poor sucker is living in a delulu world.
“You think a ring and a piece of paper is gonna keep her from runnin’ off with the next guy?”
Or moving to another state.
“She won’t if you let me take her to Mexico for two weeks!” He scoffs as if I’m to blame.
I roll my eyes at his dramatics. “Since I doubt you’ll leave the bedroom, tell her one week in Mexico and one week here at the resort won’t make a difference.”
“Are you serious?” His face lights up and he nearly leaps out of his seat. “You’ll let us stay there?”
“Assumin’ I can find somethin’ available, yes. But it’s comin’ out of your vacation pay and your asswillbe here workin’ while she stays there. No excuses.”
It’s the middle of May, the start of our busy season, but I’m sure Colton can put them in one of the cabins or domes undergoing a remodel. As long as the bedroom and bathroom are available, they won’t need much else.
“Deal!” He jumps to his feet.
I shake my head at becoming a softie.
Twenty bucks says he sneaks off for a quickie at least once a day.
“And you’re gonna love her. She was a belly dancer at a hotel in Vegas and can spin around me in two seconds flat. She’s alsoveryflexible…if you know what I mean.”
I wait to see if he’s fucking with me or not.
“So anytime the resort needs extra entertainment…”
“I’ll let Colt know,” I blurt, letting it become his problem since he’s the resort operations manager.
