And despite what he believed of me now, I had done theright thing.
But I could never tell him that.
“Six weeks,” he said.
I just kept staring at him, only barely getting thefeeling back in my appendages. “W-what?”
“Put me down for six weeks. To start.”
Remembering what I was doing and why he was here andthat I had a job to do, I entered that into the computer. “The cabin isn’tavailable for six weeks. I can give it to you until… Next Thursday.”
He rapped the counter with his knuckles. “Make thiseasy on yourself, Six, and figure it out.”
Glaring at the computer and biting my bottom lip untilI tasted blood, I fiddled around with the computer. “Six weeks? All right, thatwill be twenty thousand, three hundred and eighty dollars.”
He didn’t flinch. “Don’t forget the dildo discount.”
It was all I could do to keep from screaming. “I’llrefund you the difference after the repairman comes.”
He leaned back, standing up straight. His shouldersrelaxed and his face did something too—but it wasn’t relaxed. It was… I didn’tknow what it was. “Make sure you include an itemized receipt when you do.”
Since Sayer showed back up in my life, I had beenafraid that he was going to murder me. What I hadn’t considered was memurdering him. That should be a concern for everybody. “For tax purposes?” Itaunted him.
“Obviously.”
And kudos to him because he soundedserious.
I finished entering his information and locking downhis rental for the next six freaking weeks. I would have to do some rearranginglater to figure out the rest of our calendar and upcoming reservations. It wasgoing to be a giant pain in the ass. But I already had a feeling that Maggiewas going to side with Sayer anyway.
It had nothing to do with guilt over the way I leftthings with him five years ago.
Nothing at all.
Because that would be really stupid of me. Anddangerous. And basically, shooting myself in the foot.
I didn’t have a choice with this one. If Sayer wantedto stay here for six weeks, fine. At least then I could control what he saw ofme. Juliet never came to work with me anyway. Problem solved.
Besides, Sayer could hang out for six weeks if that’swhat he wanted or for the rest of his life or whatever. It wasn’t like I wasgoing to stick around.
I ran his card for half the amount of his total stay,for the deposit and made two room keys for him. Pulling out a resort map, Ihighlighted his path from the main office to where his cabin was located. He’dgotten my favorite cabin. It was isolated from the other cabins, up themountain a bit. He’d have privacy and quiet—which was something I knew he wouldappreciate.
“You can call the office if you need anything,” I toldhim the same way I would tell any guest that same information. Granted I was aspleasant as a rock, but still, he couldn’t turn me in for not doing my job. “Ifyou need more towels, or a wake-up call, or directions around town, just let usknow. We’re happy to help.” I highlighted the number to the main office on theside of the map.
He leaned forward again, bringing us close verysuddenly. We still had the counter between us, but I had been leaned over withthe highlighter. Now he was all in my space, his head barely brushing mine, hishands stretched out beside mine. “A wake-up call,” he murmured in that low,sandpapery voice of his. “I’m going to need a wake-up call every morning.”
I struggled to swallow the boiling anger. “You don’treally want that.”
“You offered,” he pointed out. “Every morning.”
“I’ll make sure Maggie knows.”
“From you, Six. Seven o’clock. Every morning.”
I pushed up on my hands, desperately putting spacebetween us. He smelled like… He smelled differently than he used to. It wasdistracting. “Sorry, I don’t get in until eight.”
Plucking the map from the counter, he took a stepback. “Not my problem.”
This time I let him see my eye roll. “You’re going tohave to get it from someone else, Sayer. I can’t help you.”
