Turning Up the Heat (A Novella in the Vie en Roses Series) by Florand Laura

Author:Florand, Laura [Florand, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Laura Florand
Published: 2012-10-16T23:00:00+00:00

The next morning, she didn’t see Daniel at all. She kept expecting him, hesitating to head off on a walk down the beach or eat breakfast, conscious of waiting for him so that she could adapt her life around his. Until finally she went to check his bungalow and didn’t find him there, although his kayak was tied there. He was probably out snorkeling or something, she thought, a little disgruntled. No problem pursuing his life without her.

Think, for half a second, her brain whispered. He’s here, isn’t he?

He’s not pursuing his life without you. He must have dumped all kinds of obligations. He just reshaped his entire packed schedule to your whim. How could you be so self-absorbed?

But...how could seizing a little escape for herself, after eleven years of doing everything for everyone else, be such a self-absorbed thing to do?

She went into the main resort, filled with flowers fresh-picked that morning. A bowl of white tiare buds sat at the reception desk, and she tucked one behind her ear, the sweet scent wafting around her.

“Madame Laurier!” Tane Ehu, the manager-receptionist, brightened. “I found you paints!”

“You did?” Léa exclaimed, happy and for some reason terrified. Maybe she should never have asked about the art supplies.

“Yes, and drawing things. My cousin paints some of the art we have in the gift shop, and I talked him into letting you have some of his supplies.”

“Thank you!” Léa said, wondering if she even remembered how to paint. Her stomach knotted stupidly. “With—with canvas and everything?” Blank canvas.

“He says he can sell that to you while he orders more supplies. I might start trying to keep some in the gift shop.” He tilted his head doubtfully, a manager who had no idea how to make this beautiful place succeed. “People might like to paint here.”

For a moment, Léa wanted to say, Never mind, I don’t want to take his things, it’s no big deal. She forced the urge down and her chin up. “I’ll take everything he can spare. Just charge it to my room.”

The manager smiled, pulling a giant worn cotton tote out from behind the rattan reception desk. A sketch book, pencils, two canvases, a selection of oils.

Léa took it and slung it over her shoulder, wincing at the friction against her skin before she transferred it back to her hand. The weight of it made her feel oddly lighter, and still afraid. “Have you seen my husband today?”

Tane slid her a curious glance but did not say anything about her husband staying in a bungalow on the opposite side of the lagoon from her. His face brightened. “He’s in the kitchen! Madame Laurier, you didn’t tell us your husband was a famous chef! He’s helping my brother.”

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