On Wings of Magic by Kay Hooper

Author:Kay Hooper [Hooper, Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-56800-7
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 1993-03-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

When Kendall stepped out of the elevator early the next morning, she was wearing short shorts and a halter top that quite probably would get her arrested. The outfit was so brief that it immediately convinced one hotel guest that she was wearing nothing but golden flesh. He promptly tripped over a potted plant in the lobby.

She heard the resulting thump, but since, in her mind, she was wearing battle armor, Kendall didn’t connect the noise with herself. She strolled across the lobby and stared at Rick for a moment. “Your mouth is open.”

His mouth snapped shut. “Is that a bikini?”

“No.” Kendall glanced down and noted absently that her top provided very little except moral support. She looked back at the manager. “Is Sarah down yet?”

Rick shook his head, still looking a bit stunned.

Kendall sighed. “Well, I’m going for a walk on the beach. Tell her that if she comes down before I get back.”

“Okay. Kendall,” he added as she went to turn away, “do you want me to put that tiara in the hotel safe? Not that I think it would get stolen, but if it would make you feel better…”

Her blank look slowly changed to one of comprehension, and her voice emerged unsteadily. “You mean—it’s real?”

Disconcerted, Rick muttered, “I thought Hawke had—oh, damn. I really blew it, didn’t I?”

Ignoring the wry comment, Kendall said, “It’s on the nightstand in my bedroom.” She was a little pale, but in control. “Please send someone up to get it. Then see that Hawke gets it back.”

“He won’t take it back.” Rick was obviously disgusted with himself for having let the cat out of the bag.

“Then put it in the safe!” She lowered her voice with an effort, then asked quietly, “Is it an heirloom?”

The manager immediately looked uneasy. “You’ll have to ask Hawke. It was his present.”

“I’m asking you.”

“Pass. I’ve already put my foot in my mouth once today, thank you. Twice would be a habit.”

Kendall decided to be angry. It was a very sane and carefully thought-out decision. Hawke had said that if she was snapping at him, she couldn’t be sad. It wouldn’t be easy to be passionate either, she thought. So she’d be angry. And snap a lot. And maybe—just maybe—he’d never know that she loved him.

“Where is he?”

Rick shrugged and gave a hands-out gesture of innocence. “Beats me. I haven’t seen him this morning.”

“Male solidarity.” When Rick only smiled charmingly, Kendall gave him a disgusted look and turned away. That was when she saw Hawke and the romantic-minded Amanda Foster emerge from the elevator.

“I want to talk to you!” Kendall threw the statement fiercely across the lobby, not particularly concerned—at this point—whether or not anyone overheard.

Hawke looked faintly surprised, but strolled across the lobby, devastatingly handsome in a full-sleeved black pirate-type shirt open to the waist, and black slacks. The shirt prompted a thought in Kendall’s mind; she thought she knew now where the tiara had come from.

Amanda Foster became suddenly fascinated by the potted palm that Kendall’s earlier admirer had fallen over.

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