My favorite.
My tablet dings, making me pull it from my bag. As I wait for Max, I start to go through emails. First I get rid of all the spam and then move onto answering the ones I can without having to look anything up.
“Here.”
A cold chai tea latte is shoved between my tablet and myself, making me jerk my head back.
“Rude,” I tell Max as I take it from him.
“I said your name, but you weren’t paying attention,” he tells me.
I look over at him and hide my smile behind my cup. He’s got on a white button-up without a tie and black slacks. One of my favorite things about being on location is that he’s so much more relaxed than when he’s stuck in an office. It reminds me of when we worked at the hotel and didn’t travel so much.
His eyes narrow. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because the sun is shining and it’s a glorious day.”
Something I can’t quite name flashes across his face. “You watched the sunrise on the beach this morning.”
“I did.”
“And how was it?” He sounds a little jealous.
“Perfect.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, someone calls out to us. We turn and watch Myla walk toward us.
“Thank you guys for coming,” she says as she reaches us.
We both shake her hand. As soon as Max drops her hand, he shoves his hands in his pockets, making me smile.
“Of course. Max said you needed us to make some decisions,” I tell her.
“Yes, the original tile we picked out for the bathrooms is backordered by months. We could wait it out, but if we do, then it will put us behind schedule, which I know is not acceptable,” she tells us.
“Agreed. Show us,” I tell her.
“Follow me to my office,” she says.
I fall into step behind her and Max behind me.
We go to her office, and she shows us different samples. Max stays quiet while she and I chat. Once we are done picking out tiles and then a secondary to prevent things like this from happening again, the conversation shifts.
“Have you looked at the new amenities packages yet? I know we emailed them over while you were traveling, and you got in late last night,” Myla says.
“No, not yet. I was actually going through my emails right before you came up and hadn’t had a chance to open it yet,” I tell her before looking over at Max. “Did you look at it?”
“No,” he says bluntly.
Sighing, I close my eyes. I swear to God this man is going to drive me crazy. Couldn’t he have said it a little less bluntly?
Myla laughs. “You have a way with words, Max.”
“Mr. Williamson,” he reminds her.
Her smile drops, and she clears her throat. “Right, sorry. Well, since you guys are here, do you want to test out any of the amenities? It would be on the company’s dime since you would be testing to see how it is.”
Max opens his mouth, likely to remind her that the company is his, but I reach over and pinch his back where she can’t see.
