Recognition lights in his eyes. “Ah.” He nods thoughtfully. “Miss Storm. Makes sense now.”
Okay.
“Bryce invited me to the grand opening in two weeks.”
My eyebrows lift slightly. “That’s wonderful.”
“I’m looking forward to meeting your family.”
A warm smile spreads across his face.
“They’ll be thrilled to meet you too, Mr. Garrison.”
He chuckles. “It really is a small world.”
“That it is.”
Because a few months ago, I was just a kid on campus.
Now I’m working for the Garrison family at a luxury resort and rubbing elbows with a senator.
Life has a funny sense of humor.
“Well,” he says after a beat, “I won’t keep you from your lunch.”
“Thank you.”
“And, Miss Storm?”
“Yes?”
“I think you have a bright future here at the Belicourt.”
My cheeks warm slightly. “That means a lot, sir.”
He nods once and continues across the grand hall toward the lounge.
I exhale slowly.
The Garrison men have a way of making conversations feel like work, even when they’re being perfectly pleasant.
I resume my walk toward the elevators.
Right as I reach them, the doors slide open.
Calliope stands inside.
Her bouncy curls are piled messily on top of her head, and her eyes are twinkling.
“Well, look who it is,” she says. “Lunch break?”
I nod.
“Grill?”
“You read my mind.”
I step inside, and she presses the button for the fourth floor.
