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He eyes me for a moment and then nods. “Okay. So where were we? We finished talking about the new offerings you want to add to the schedule, the change in marketing, which looks incredible, by the way.”

“Thank you.” His praise makes my smile widen. “We contracted the firm today to get going on the esthetic overhaul as well.”

“I agree with your choice on them. Their design ideas were classic yet fresh. It will definitely add to the overall visual appeal of the resort when the remodel is done.”

“Agreed. What else? The staff. The employees. Getting their compensation packages and contracts sorted out,” I say.

“And do we have it sorted yet?”

“We’ve gotten a first draft of an employee contract from your team, and it’s currently being negotiated. It’s one of our last must-have-completed items before we leave the site.”

“And it’s going well? The negotiations and whatnot?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” I repeat.

“Good.” He nods. “That’s always good to hear. Roz was right, then. We do have the right woman for the job.”

If only you knew . . .

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Callahan

The footsteps behind me draw closer and then stop. I don’t turn around to greet him. Instead, I keep staring at the moon’s reflection on the water and listening to the gentle lap of the waves on the shore.

“So let me guess. You just showing up out of the blue without warning was your way to try and catch me doing something I shouldn’t be doing.”

“It was a last-minute decision,” Ledger says without further explanation.

“How’d you know where to find me?”

He chuckles and steps beside me so that his toes are in the sand next to where I’m sitting with a beer in hand. “I figured, what’s the place most off the grid in the resort, and I went there.”

I nod and take a long draw on my beer.

“Mind if I sit down?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Callahan.” My name is a sigh on his lips I don’t want to hear.

Not after coming down from the high of Sutton and what happened no less than two hours ago.

It wasn’t enough.

Am I a selfish dick if I say that?

I’ve been thinking about being with her for the better part of two months and a quickie in a closet is nowhere near fucking enough of what I want from her.

What I need from her.

And that should scare the hell out of me.

But for some reason it doesn’t. It only makes the desire to have her stronger. And it’s not just the sex. This is where I should be freaked the fuck out.

But I’m not.

Because it’s everything about her that I want more of. The sigh at her desk when she doesn’t get the response she wants from whoever is on the other end of her call. The way she swings her hips past my desk to make me question the panty issue. The way she still calls me Johnnie.