Alex motioned to where Margo was quietly waiting. “I think all that’s left is for you to pay the woman.”
“Of course.”
Together they made their way to the counter. When the transaction was complete, Margo handed Alex the garment bag and sack containing her shoes while Colt got the receipt.
“Thanks so much, Mr. Morris.” The other woman used the name on the credit card he’d used. To Alex, she said, “Enjoy the dress.”
“I appreciate all your help, Margo.” Alex smiled. “I hope you have a lovely rest of your day.”
“You, as well.”
With a wave of his hand, Colt bid her farewell before taking the lead to guide them out the door.Once outside, he turned and looked Alex’s way. “You hungry?”
Her stomach growled on cue.
“Starving, actually.” She chuckled.
The smile that spread across Colt’s handsome face sent her heart into a spin she tried to ignore.
“I hear there’s a delicious Mexican steakhouse inside a shopping center two blocks that way.” He pointed down the sidewalk to her left. “You good with that, or is there someplace else you’d rather go?”
“Mexican’s my favorite.” Alex maneuvered the bags in her hands to reach for the sunglasses tucked inside her purse.
“Perfect. And here . . .” Colt took the hidden dress and shoes from her and started for his flashy car. “These should be safe in the car while we eat.”
She glanced around and decided he was right. This probably wasn’t the kind of area common thieves frequented. Too much wealth and power in the air to risk getting caught. Not to mention the cameras mounted on every corner, as well as the storefront beside them.
“Ready?” He rejoined her on the sidewalk with a grin.
“This is your show.” Alex motioned for him to go first. “I’m just along for the ride.”
The pair walked side-by-side down the famous stretch as if it they were out for a mid-day stroll. There wasn’t much talking, as Alex was too busy taking in the impressive scenery. Haters may hate, but Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills was truly a stunning sight to behold.
Between the palm trees, architecture, and vibrantcolors and styles they passed along the way, her artist’s eye could barely take it all in. When they reached an area known as the Rodeo Collection, located on the 400 block of Rodeo Drive, Colt led them into the courtyard-style complex.
“Wow.” Alex looked around in awe as she soaked in the names of the gorgeous mall’s luxury stores.
Bjorn, Bvlgari, Stewart Weitzman, to name a few. All high-end brands Alex recognized instantly.
“One . . . two . . . three,” she began to count.
“What are you doing?” Colt’s features twisted with a confused smirk.
“I’m counting all the plastic surgery offices I can see from here. Oh, look. I think that’s another one over there.”
His deep laughter rolled through the sunshine-filled air. “Welcome to Beverly Hills.”
“Right?” Alex chuckled with a shake of her head.
Colt spoke up again a few seconds later as he pointed to a large, curved staircase made of stone. “The restaurant’s on the lower level.”
Sticking close to the metal railing, Alex carefully maneuvered her way down the spacious steps to the tiled landing below. Before long, she spotted the pink stucco building with the neon sign announcing The Hideaway’s location.
It was a hidden gem, hence the clever name, and from what she could see, its design was a nod to 1970s Baha California. There were candles placed in several built-in nooks, strategically placed sconces, and an open-air patio covered by an incredible skylit roof.
Once they were seated, Alex continued scanning therestaurant’s beautiful touches and intricate designs. Arched entryways led to indoor seating areas, and at one end was a circular, illuminated bar.
When it came time to order, Alex chose the Atlantic salmon with mango-papaya relish and a side salad while Colt went with a steak and fries. While they waited for their food, Alex seized her opportunity to learn more of her lunch date’s secrets.
