And her kisses. He wasn’t kidding when he’d said he couldn’t get enough.
He was passing the library on his way to the lobby when Molly’s voice, carrying from the front desk, pulled him from his thoughts.
“And last year a famous author stayed here, but I didn’t know who he was. Nathaniel Quinn, you’ve heard of him? He was incognito at the time and writes under a pseudonym, but his real name is Adam Bradford, and now he’s actually my boyfriend, believe it or not. Anyway, you don’t want to hear about all that.”
Good grief. She was in full runaway train mode with some poor guest. He was just in time.
As he approached the front desk he saw why Molly was so flustered. Wesley Hughes stood there in a pair of stylish jeans and a black button-down that hugged his muscular frame. Mia’s ex-fiancé was shorter than Levi expected—a few inches shorter than him. His golden-blond hair had been cut short at the sides, the top left longer and flopping over his forehead.
Levi clenched his jaw at the man’s casual and confident demeanor. After what he’d done to Mia, Levi wanted to slug the guy on sight.
“Oh, hey, Levi,” Molly said. “This is Wes—”
“I know who he is.” He turned a dark look on Wesley. “You’re a little late for the honeymoon.”
“Levi,” Molly said, aghast.
“And we’re all full up just now,” Levi continued. “So if you’re looking for a place to stay you’ll have to look elsewhere.”
“Levi.”
Wesley’s eyes snapped and his jaw knotted. “I’m not looking for a room. I just need to speak with Mia Emerson. I believe she’s a guest here.”
“We don’t give out that kind of information.”
“Um, yeah.” Molly stepped around the desk. “Perhaps you could just give her a ring.”
“He already did that—and took it right back.” Levi received a withering look from Molly.
“Look.” Wesley appealed to Molly this time. “The thing is, I can’t exactly call her...”
“Block your number, did she?”
Wesley’s gaze clashed with Levi’s. “You have a problem with me, buddy?”
Levi took a step closer. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do.”
Then Molly was there between them. “Ooo-kay... Let’s do this, guys. I’ll give Mia a ring—acall—and see if she’s up for company, how’s that?” She was already on her phone.
Levi glowered at Wesley.
Wesley glared right back, sizing him up.
“Hey, Mia, it’s Molly.” She gave a nervous chuckle. “Um, you have a visitor here to see you. It’s Wesley Hughes.”
Levi held back a growl. He hoped she sent him on his way. Dirt bag.
“Well, that’s up to you,” Molly said. “Yep... Uh-huh. I know... You sure?... All right, will do.” Molly hung up, then gave Wesley a thin smile. “She’s out back. You can go down that hall and through the door.”
Wesley held Levi’s gaze as he headed down the hall.
Levi wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. He started to follow.
Molly stepped in front of him. “Oh no, you don’t. Let them talk. What has gotten into you?”
“He’s a tool. I don’t want to leave Mia alone with him.” He watched the guy exit the back door.
“It’s broad daylight. What can he do?” Molly squeezed his arm, drawing his attention. “Hey. Mia’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.”
