Don’t get mushy on me.
Banks
Nah, that’s the truth. Also, I might have had to pay the baristas off so they wouldn’t tell the entire island that I got you coffee.
My cheeks heat.
Wendy
Shit. Jewel works there. That’s Fallon’s twenty-one-year-old little sister.
Banks
Twenty-one? She looked like she was still in high school.
Wendy
That’s because you’re old.
Banks
Too old for you?
Wendy
Just right.
Banks
Love that for me.
I sip the rest of my coffee, throwing the evidence in the trash. What else has he noticed but filed away for later?
Carter Banks is the full package, so why is he single? Being married to his job can’t be the only reason.
The rest of the day drags by. I check in the Gonzales, who are staying in the Starfish Room. Right now, we have four out of eight rooms booked, and I’m staying in one. Three more reservations, and we’ll be full, which hasn’t happened since I arrived. Once the surf competition and the Fourth of July hit, the B&B should be booked solid.
The house settles like it’s agreeing with me.
Five minutes until my shift is over. The dryer beeps, and I grab the fresh towels, which are still warm, and fold them. I blow out the candle, then grab sheets to replace Carter’s bedding. My thighs squeeze together when I think about how fast he had me crumbling. That man somehow earned himself a place in my personalWorld Recordbook. I hold the sheets tighter against my body and knock on his door.
“Hi,” I say as I enter.
The bed is perfectly made. The pillows are side by side, fluffed and centered, and the comforter is pulled tight with the edges tucked.
“Where did you get bedding?” I ask as he pushes damp hair from his forehead.
He glances at me with an unbothered grin.
“The top of the closet,” he says. “The comforter was in there too.”
I set the extra bedding on the mattress. “I can’t believe you did this.”
His brow lifts. “Seriously? Don’t most humans know how to put a sheet and blanket on a mattress?”
I place the sheets and comforter at the top of the closet.
“You did great.” Heat rushes up the back of my neck. “Thank you.”
