Lucas headed back into the sitting room where he’d left his suitcase. He found his swim trunks and his phone and paused, unlocking the screen. There was more news about Omegron. He sank onto the loveseat, scrolling through several more articles about whether he was involved or not and questioning how he could not have known about the scandal.
Strangely, since meeting Kendra, he’d been so distracted and annoyed by her that he’d almost forgotten his company was in shambles. Now, though, it all came flooding back. He read a message from his assistant telling him not to look at the news, then deleted it. Looking at the news was the only way he could know what was going on with Omegron when no one would tell him.
“I thought you were going out.”
Lucas glanced up and his eyes widened. Kendra had come out of the bedroom. She’d changed from her leggings and top into a purple bikini, which she’d covered with a sheer white cover-up. Her hair was still in a bun, but it was neater now. She looked fresh and lovely and like she’d just stepped out of the pages of a magazine about swimwear. Lucas ran a hand through his hair.
“I am. I just needed a minute.”
“All right. Well, I’m going out.”
Kendra brushed past him, leaving the faint scent of roses in her wake, and it was all Lucas could do not to watch her go. He’d known it was going to be difficult to share a room with a woman who got on his nerves, but he hadn’t expected to also have to share a room with such an attractive one. He’d noticed that Kendra was pretty on the flight, but now…
He really needed to focus on something else.
Kendra reached for the door handle, pulled it open, and froze.
“Hi there,” she said.
Lucas’s brow furrowed. He couldn’t see who she was talking to from his position on the loveseat, but he got the feeling that a new problem had arrived at their door. Another problem in a day that, so far, had been nothing but problems.
CHAPTER 8
KENDRA
“Hi!” A bubbly, cheerful-looking blonde stood in the hallway, smiling brightly. Kendra’s first instinct was to close the door and retreat into the room, but she couldn’t do that.
Could she?
No, she couldn’t. Instead, Kendra put on a bright smile.
“Hi!”
“I’m Susie Willis, and I’m your honeymoon coordinator!” Susie spoke so enthusiastically that she sounded like a lottery announcer telling Kendra that she’d just won ten million dollars and a boat. Her brown eyes gleamed as she was practically bouncing on her toes. She wore tan shorts and a white polo with the Sol Y Estrellas logo on the front pocket.
“Oh.” Kendra blinked. “I didn’t know we had a honeymoon coordinator.”
“Of course you do! All guests have a dedicated vacation coordinator to make sure you have the best time possible. Andsince this is your honeymoon, my job is even more important.” All of Susie’s sentences seemed to end in exclamation points. Normally, it might have made Kendra smile, but she wasn’t in the mood to be cheerful right now. She began to fiddle with the edge of her swimsuit cover-up.
“Well, nice to meet you, Susie.”
“Nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Moran!”
“Please, call me Kendra.” Not only because Mrs. Moran was Kendra’s mother, but also because she wasn’t really a “Mrs.” It was too weird to be called Mrs. Moran when she was still just Ms. Moran.
“Nice to meet you, Kendra. Are you and your husband ready for your first activity?”
Kendra smiled as politely as she could. “Honestly, Susie, as much as we appreciate it, we’re both feeling a little tired.”
Susie’s sweet, open face fell. “Oh, no!” She shook her head, her ponytail flying around her face. “But we have a special kayaking trip organized just for you. It’ll be really fun, and a great way to celebrate your special day. And it’ll only take two hours. We’ll have you back for dinner! And all activities are nonrefundable.” She practically sang the last word.
Kendra glanced back at Lucas, who’d gotten up and come to join her by the door.
“Susie, right?” he said. “I’m Lucas. Listen, we really?—”
“Hi, Mr. Chambers!” Susie beamed at him. “I’ll give you ten minutes to change, then come meet me downstairs.”
Susie turned and headed down the hall, a bounce in her step. She somehow made the hotel staff outfit look like a cheerleading uniform.
