Step with Me: Love Amiss... A Christian Romance (Seaside Chapel Book 2) by Jan Thompson

Author:Jan Thompson [Thompson, Jan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781944188238
Publisher: Georgia Press LLC
Published: 2017-04-05T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Such a luxurious hotel stay couldn’t possibly last.

Emmeline felt like it was someone else’s vacation, not hers, as she stepped into her tower room at the Blue Ocean Beach Villas. Still, she felt pampered after a long day of music library work and the final rehearsal for the Brock-Flanagan wedding coming up on Saturday.

She almost didn’t see the blinker on her hotel room phone as she waltzed about the open space. The concierge had left a message that she had a visitor waiting for her poolside.

At the name, Emmeline jumped into her flip-flops and dashed out of her tower room. She took the elevator down to the outdoors toward the oceanside pool.

“Skye! What are you doing here?” Emmeline waved to her friend sitting on a deck chair facing the ocean.

“I’m offended.” Skye Langston didn’t get up. That pout.

Sigh. “You are? Why?”

“Your emails.”

“Which ones?” Emmeline sat down on the empty deck chair next to Skye’s.

“About a place to stay?”

“I didn’t send you one,” Emmeline confessed.

“Exactly!” Skye sat up. “And why not?”

“You’re out of town. You’re busy. And you’re Seb’s sister. Conflict of interest.”

Skye was silent.

“Who forwarded you my email?” Emmeline asked. “Avery?”

Skye refused to say.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at some food festival?”

“I didn’t win the cook-off last night.”

“I’m sorry. Next time then. When did you return?”

“I took the first flight out of Miami this morning. But Saffron’s chef is there for the next two days. They won’t miss me.”

“We’ll always miss you, Skye.”

Skye took off her sunglasses. “Em.”

“Yes?” Emmeline kicked off her flip-flops and stretched on the lounger.

The wind kept kicking up her skirt. She finally put her flip-flops on top of her skirt on her thighs to keep it down. Otherwise, the lounger was quite comfortable and she felt like she was falling asleep.

“I have two guest rooms, Em,” Skye said. “Sometimes when chefs come to town they stay with me, but hardly anyone else. I could use a roommate through July if you promise—promise!—not to clean my house. I have a housekeeper who does that, and I have someone else clean up my kitchen and do the dishes for me. So you are not allowed to do any work in my house.”

Emmeline thought for a good long minute. “I’ll pay you for the rent.”

“No. My stupid brother has troubled you enough. This is the least I can do.”

“I could offer to cook but compared to your chef skills, I’m like PBJ, you know.”

“Didn’t I say you’re not to work in my house?” Skye shook her head.

“What can I do in return?”

“Maybe between the two of us we can drive some sense into my brother.”

Emmeline laughed. “I’ve been praying for God’s will for his life.”

And mine too.

“Good prayer, Em.”

“Want to see my tower room—I mean, suite?” Emmeline perked up.

“Sure.”

As they walked, Emmeline pointed up. “You can see it from here. That corner space there on the top floor. I woke up to the ocean this morning.”

They got in and out of the elevator. Emmeline unlocked the door to her suite.

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