Right, now I needed to finish up, then collect Ollie from school, and go and get some groceries. We didn’t have much left in the refrigerator.
Then, I had the weekend off. Yay.
I spotted Marcy, one of my best housekeepers. There was a frown on her face as she parked her cart.
“Marcy? All good?”
The older woman nodded. “I still need to finish vacuuming on level three in the east wing.” Her frown deepened.
“What’s wrong? Are any guests causing any trouble?”
She blew out a breath. “No. It’s nothing. Some new guests who arrived yesterday are on level three. They’re loud. One dayhere and they already have visitors. Mostly female visitors.” The woman sniffed.
“The extreme-sports guys? They’re here to mountain bike.”
She lifted her chin. “That’s them. They give me a bad vibe.”
“Did they do or say anything to bother you?” I touched her arm. “Tell me and I’ll take care of it.”
The woman’s face softened. She patted my hand. “You’re a good girl, Allie. A good boss, too.”
My chest tightened. “Thanks.”
“And it’s no thanks to those parents of yours.”
I bit my lip. “Mom and Dad are…Mom and Dad.”
“They should be here helping you with their grandson.” She shook her head. “It’s so unfair you lost your brother. Anyway, those boys…men on level three haven’t done one thing to bother me. The blond one, thinks he’s all that—” she rolled her eyes “—and is heavy on the charm.”
“I noticed that.”
“I have no proof that they’re up to no good, but I raised three sons. Those men are up to something.”
“Maybe they’re just a little wild?” A part of me envied them. They traveled around, doing what they loved, with no responsibilities. “I don’t want you to worry. I’ll keep an eye on them, starting with finishing the vacuuming on level three. You clock off and get home to that gorgeous husband of yours.”
Marcy smiled. “Such a good girl.”
“I’m not. I can be mean and ornery.”
“Pfft. I’ll tell my Darren you think he’s gorgeous.”
“Do that, but be careful, I might steal him away from you, Marcy.”
With a laugh, the older woman hurried off.
I grabbed the vacuum cleaner and headed to level three. When I stepped off the elevator, everything was quiet. I eyed the doors to the guys’ rooms. No sign of wild orgies or criminalactivity. I flicked on the vacuum cleaner and felt it vibrate up my arm. I worked my way down the hall.
I was almost finished when the elevator dinged. I heard loud voices and glanced up.
It was the extreme-sports guys. Four of them. The blond one—Brandon/Blake/Bryce—was clearly the leader. There were two dark-haired guys—one tall and lean, the other shorter, but muscular. The fourth had long, dirty-blond hair with a medium build. He looked like he should be out surfing.
There were also three women and another man with them. They were all laughing and joking. Nothing tripped my radar.
They opened the doors to their rooms, and the blond guy had an arm around a cute little brunette. Then he glanced my way and his lips quirked. He shot me a wink.
The doors closed behind them. I vacuumed closer, then switched off the machine. There was no loud music, no screams. Nothing.
Shaking my head, I headed for the elevator, dragging the vacuum cleaner with me. I needed to go, or I’d be late to pick up Ollie.
