Page 139 of The Holiday Clause
She rolled her eyes. “He’s booked for the week, but he’s not getting anything out of his stay. I never say this, but I wish he would cut his visit short.”
That made two of them.
Greyson didn’t like that guy from the moment he set his designer, leather-soled shoes on Wren’s property. He probablyloved watching her bend around in her sexy yoga pants and those crisscross belly shirts she wore for class. His grip tightened on his mug. Maybe he could talk her into wearing one of those monk habits that covered the body from hood to ankle.
“I can’t imagine him doing yoga.”
She rolled her eyes. “He left his cell on and interrupted savasana to take a call. Then he proceeded to walk around the studio searching for the lost signal.”
Despite the pain, Greyson laughed. Once snow hit the towers, cell phones became useless in Hideaway Harbor.
“Hopefully, your other guest understands some things are outside of your control.”
“The other student was Noah, so he understands.”
Another stray he had to watch. It was an infestation.
She gestured toward his mug. “How’s the tea helping?”
“It’s good. Thanks for making it.” It wasn’t healing his throat, but it certainly soothed the burn. “You don’t have to stay here, you know.”
“Someone has to take care of you.” She stood and adjusted the pillows in a pretty way he never thought to set them up.How did women know to do shit like that?
“I don’t want you to catch whatever this is, Wren.”
She ignored his concern and continued rearranging his living room, straightening his books and arranging the clutter he had dumped from his pockets last night. God, he loved seeing her hands on his stuff.
“I’ll be careful. Besides, I don’t feel like being home right now.”
He frowned. “Because of the CEO?”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
Greyson scowled. Her place sat slightly removed and on the outskirts of the commercial lot. That entitled prick better respect the property lines. “Did he trespass on your property?”
She looked away and he sat up.
“Was he at your fucking house?”
She bit her lip. “He was looking for a cell signal.”
“I’ll—” His protective outrage stirred a cough that turned into a full-blown hacking fit.
“Easy.” She patted his back. “I took care of it.”
He took a big gulp of tea, his face hotter than it had been a minute ago. “That prick better stay away from you.”
“I handled it, Grey. He’s not a prick. He’s just annoying. His cologne’s probably the most obnoxious thing about him. He’s harmless.”
If he were harmless, she wouldn’t be stressed out. “Trust your gut. You’ve always been perceptive when it comes to reading people. And tell him his cologne’s disturbing the other guests.”
“There are only a few other guests right now, but they’re here until Christmas and I barely see them. Our next one doesn’t check in until Thursday.”
Night shift plowing always blurred the days together. “Is that tomorrow?”
She nodded.
He jerked back as his lungs sputtered with another coughing spell. “Sorry.” He gasped. “We probably shouldn’t get too close.”
