One Night, Second Chace by Robyn Grady

Author:Robyn Grady
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Harlequin Desire
Published: 2013-02-01T05:00:00+00:00

Nine

By the time they reached the Blue Mountains west of Sydney, Grace had put her questions and concerns regarding the wedding’s security out of her mind. Instead, as she slid out of the passenger seat, she focused on the magnificent retreat where Wynn had booked accommodation. With the sash windows and gothic-inspired pointed arches, the hotel reminded her of the Elephant Tea Rooms in London. Then there were the pure, eucalyptus-scented air and serene, top-of-the-world views...

And apparently Wynn had something even more amazing planned.

At the hotel reception counter, a man around Wynn’s age lowered his magazine as they approached.

“Morning,” the man said. “You have a reservation, sir?”

Wynn gave his name and the man—Mick, according to his badge—studied his computer screen.

“You don’t appear to have a booking, Mr. Hunter.”

Wynn’s eyebrows hiked. “Look again.”

A few seconds later, Mick shook his head. “We do have a room available. Ground floor. No view, I’m afraid.”

When Wynn’s expression hardened and he pulled out his cell phone, Grace cast a look around. A few guests were mulling over brochures. A few more were headed out the door to sight-see, she assumed. She looked back at Mick, who gave her a thin smile before Wynn disconnected. His voice was low and unyielding.

“My assistant assures me a reservation was made. She received a confirmation for a deluxe suite with views. She spoke with you personally, Mick.”

Rubbing a palm over his shirt, Mick analyzed the screen again, and then his shoulders bounced with a “can’t help you” shrug. “I apologize, sir.”

Wynn rapped a set of fingertips on the counter. “Is your manager in?”

A little girl, around April’s age, had wandered out from a room adjoining the reception area. She tugged on Mick’s sleeve. “Daddy, wanna help me color?”

Mick called the manager before combing a palm over his daughter’s wispy fair hair. “Hang on, peaches.”

After a three-hour drive, Grace was simply happy to be here. She didn’t care what kind of room they had. She certainly didn’t want to upset that little girl.

Setting a forearm on the counter, Mick leaned closer. “I can do a great deal on that room, but all the suites are taken.”

Another man strolled out. Introducing himself as the manager, he enquired, “Is there a problem?”

As Mick explained and Wynn put his objection forward, Grace stepped back. The manager was apologetic. Then, when he realized who Wynn was—the Hunter family was legendary in Australia—he was doubly so. When Mick got tongue-tied—he couldn’t explain the missing email or botched booking—the little girl crept back and hid behind that door. Her chocolate-brown eyes were wide. She had no idea what the problem was, why her daddy was upset.

Wynn saw her too and held up his hands. “Don’t worry,” he said. “We’ll take that room.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Hunter,” the manager said again.

Wynn took the key card. When they reached their compact double room on the ground floor, Grace was curious.

Wynn dropped his cell phone on a table. “Not what I had in mind.”

“You weren’t happy.”

“I’m not a fan of incompetence.

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