“That’s how it is in the hotel biz. If the Lyons family ever sold the Duchess to a chain—like Fairmont or Hilton—the new owners would probably bring in their own team of managers. It happens all the time.” She scanned the room. “I think we’re good here, so let’s get going. I’ll lock up behind us.”
As they left the breakfast room and headed toward the lobby, Drew was pleased to note how busy it was. A bunch of the Restalls were clustered around the fireplace, talking loudly. Another group occupied the plush gray couches, their raucous laughter carrying clearly. At the front desk, the clerks wore Santa hats and were bopping around to the Jackson 5’s version of “Frosty the Snowman.”
The Duchess was definitely rocking a holiday vibe. But would it be enough?
Thirteen
Outside the hotel,the rain had finally let up, leaving a fine mist lingering in the air. After spending two hours in an overheated room, while wearing a Santa suit, Drew appreciated the cooler temperature. He was tempted to sprint back to the gym and change into his regular clothes, but if he left now, Rosie might take that as her cue to head home. He wanted to steal a few more minutes alone with her, so he suggested they walk for a bit.
They crossed the street and headed toward the Inner Harbour, where Victorian-style lampposts were decked out with wreaths and holiday lights that glowed in the mist. Despite the damp, chilly weather, crowds of people were out enjoying the evening. A few boats in the harbor had twinkling white lights strung along their masts, and in the distance, the city’s iconic Parliament Buildings were lit up; a flourish of red and green lights adorned the dome atop the largest one. Seeing all the décor put Drew in a festive mood.
They’d just walked down to the causeway that ran along the waterfront when Rosie turned to him. “I’ve been meaning to ask. What happened with that fitness manager position at your gym? Did Bones find someone to take over for Jared?”
Drew responded with a touch of pride. “No one wanted the extra responsibility, so I told Bones I’d do it. We’re meeting to discuss it on Monday.”
“That’s great.” Her voice rose with excitement. “What made you decide to go for it?”
“You did. Well, partly the raise and the benefits, but you were the catalyst.”
“Me?” She placed a hand over her heart. “I’m flattered, but I hope I didn’t pressure you.”
“You didn’t. But I’ve spent the past month watching you engage with your team at the hotel. You don’t just give them orders, but you also play on their strengths and listen to their suggestions. I’ve been thinking about ways we could improve the training program at Northlife, and I’d love to get all the staff on board.”
When he’d told Bones he was hoping to make a few changes, his boss’s positive reaction confirmed that he’d made the right decision.
“What kind of improvements?” Rosie asked.
“I’d like us to customize our sessions to better accommodate elderly clients or people recovering from injuries. I also want to make sure our trainers aren’t so elitist that they’ll only take on clients who are already in great shape.”
“Do trainers actually pick and choose like that?”
“Yeah. Jared’s one of the worst examples.” Drew didn’t want to rag on the guy yet again, but thinking about that selfish prick made him heat up with anger. “Hannah told me that he’s made disparaging comments about her and some of her friends. Like, they’re not worth training if they’ve got one foot in the grave.”
Rosie scowled. “That’s horrible. I think it’s so inspiring that they’re still going to the gym on a regular basis. I hope I’m half as active when I’m their age.”
“Same here. He’s also criticized gym members who are overweight or out of shape, which is total bullshit. Trainers like him make people hesitate to join a gym. I don’t want that. Fitness is for everyone.” He gave a short laugh. “Sorry if that sounded like a PSA.”
“Don’t apologize. Your attitude rocks. For me, joining a health club wasn’t just about getting fit; it also made me feel good about myself. You always emphasized that when I worked out with you.”
Her words of validation enveloped him like a warm hug. “Exactly. I want to be more thoughtful and inclusive around all our clients.” He’d been formulating his ideas over the past two weeks, but only now was he able to fully articulate them. Rosie’s presence had that effect on him.
“This is such a great opportunity for you,” she said. “Now Ihaveto stay on at the Duchess. Otherwise, I won’t get to see you as much, especially if I can’t find a job in Victoria.”
The thought of her leaving sent shock waves through him. “I didn’t think you’d have to move.”
“Hopefully not, but I need to be flexible. I’d start with hotels in the Greater Victoria area, then look up island, like Nanaimo or Duncan. But I’d rather not move, not with my family and friends so close by.”
On impulse, he took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “I don’t want you to move, either.”
Time stood still as she locked eyes with him. He yearned to take her in his arms and promise her everything would be all right. But if he held her, he’d want to do more than just give her a hug.
When she whispered his name, like a gentle caress, he reacted instinctively, brushing his fingers against her cheek. Giving a soft little sigh, she leaned toward him, her lips parted. Having her this close was too hard to resist. He no longer cared about their boundaries. All he wanted to do was kiss her again.
Before he could claim her lips, a loud whistle shattered the stillness.
“Woo! Get it, Santa!” A pack of teenage boys strolled by, laughing at the two of them.
Rosie pulled away abruptly. “I…I should probably go. It’s been a long day.”
