“Another happy customer.”
Tessa cleared her throat. “Yes. I want you to see what the Windward Resort means to people. It isn’t just fast check-in and a comfy bed.”
“Are you telling me that the bride and her friends wouldn’t like to see an expanded and upgraded spa?”
Tessa stopped and cocked her head. “Okay, that is an idea I could get on board with.”
“It seems we found some common ground.”
“Maybe. All right, next up?—”
The lights went out.
Tessa groaned so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. “Tessa?”
“Just a small power outage. Let me?—”
She turned and smacked into me. I caught her elbows.
We were plastered together. I felt her chest hitch, which pushed her breasts against my chest. Her hands clenched on my arms.
Shit. Right then and there, I was very, very aware of Tessa Ashford, and it had nothing to do with her skills.
Our gazes locked. Like me, I knew she was thinking of the last time we were this close. I lowered my head, and our breaths mingled, our lips barely an inch apart.
Then the sound of voices nearby brought everything back into focus.
She jerked back. “Sorry.”
Instantly, I missed the feel of her. “Does this happen a lot?”
Her mouth pressed into a flat line. “Not a lot, but it happens.”
“Old wiring?”
“Yes. But it’ll…”
The lights came back on.
“Thank you, Jesus,” Tessa muttered.
“Tessa?” a voice called from reception.
Tessa grimaced, then spun. “Coral?”
A gray-haired lady bore down on us. “The computer system didn’t come back online.”
Tessa rubbed her left temple. “Did you call Rupert?”
“He’s coming.”
“Good. Switch to manual procedures for check-in and check-out.”
Coral sniffed. “Will do.” She gave me a long up and down look, then huffed and headed back to the reception desk.
“I assume she’s worked here for some time,” I said.
“You’d assume correctly. She’s been working at the Windward Resort longer than I’ve been alive. Don’t worry, Coral doesn’t really like anybody, but the guests love her.”
