The Wager. Metsy Hingle

you’ll be free to show Josh around the hotel.”

      Nick paused. “Thanks, but I have a board meeting across town, and I’m afraid it’s one that I have to attend personally.”

      “So what do you say, Laura? I’d really like to see the rest of the hotel.”

      “Well, if Nick is sure he doesn’t mind,” Laura began, confused by the undercurrents she was picking up in the room.

      “It’s all right, Laura. You go ahead, show Josh around,” Nick finally said. He stood. “I’m afraid I need to get going if I’m going to make that board meeting on time.”

      “Of course,” Laura replied as she rose. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

      “Right,” Nick said, his face somber. “But if you need me for anything…anything at all, you call me. Okay?”

      “Sure,” Laura said, puzzled by the remark.

      “It was good seeing you again, Nick,” Josh said, extending his hand. “And thanks for the help. I owe you one.”

      “Just make sure I don’t regret doing you a favor. I’d hate it if I’d allowed an old friendship to cause me to make a mistake.”

      He had made a mistake, Josh decided later that afternoon after Laura excused herself to respond to a page. Leaning against a column in the ornate lobby, he watched Laura cross the expanse to the front desk, where she began an exchange with a member of her staff and a middle-aged couple. Unable to hear the conversation, Josh’s thoughts turned inward once more.

      Yes, he had definitely made a mistake in the matter of Ms. Laura Harte. Of course, it wasn’t the first mistake he’d made by any means, Josh conceded. A man didn’t reach the age of thirty-three without making a mistake or two along the way. And while he was grateful he’d seldom made mistakes when it came to business decisions, he wished he could say the same when it came to his decisions concerning women.

      Grimacing, Josh recalled some of his more serious errors in judgment when a female was involved. Among the first to come to mind had been shortly after his seventeenth birthday—when he’d wrapped his classic ’65 Mustang around a telephone pole trying to impress Sarah Beth Whitney with his skill as a driver. Even now just the memory of wrecking that beautiful car made him wince. No question that had been a big mistake on his part—and a dumb one. So had the time he’d wasted a good bottle of Scotch getting sloshed after he’d been dumped by a woman. Puking his guts up for two days had been enough to cure his heartache. And as far as he was concerned, turning down the chance to do a horizontal tango with a future Miss Universe two years ago would always rank as a major flub.

      Josh sighed. Experience should have made him a lot smarter and a hell of a lot more cautious when it came to dealing with females, he reasoned. Evidently, it hadn’t. Otherwise, he would have run in the opposite direction the minute Olivia Jardine had outlined her wild scheme. But the crafty old gal had known just what bait to dangle in front of his nose to get him to agree to her plan—the Princess. She’d known he wouldn’t refuse a chance to get the hotel back under the Logan banner where it belonged. It had all sounded so simple, and he’d had no doubt that he could pull it off.

      Only he hadn’t counted on Laura. And that’s where he’d made a mistake—because Laura hadn’t been at all what he’d expected. She’d surprised him. So had his response to her. Sure, he had known from her photo that he would find her appealing. With that mane of red hair, the pale blue eyes and a mouth made for sin, he’d anticipated the physical attraction. After all, he was a red-blooded male, and she was a beautiful woman. But he hadn’t counted on the intelligence that shone in those blue eyes or the underlying strength in her grip when they’d shaken hands. And he hadn’t been at all prepared for that fist-to-the-jaw punch of arousal he experienced each time he touched her. He certainly hadn’t counted on being intrigued by Laura Harte.

      But he was, Josh admitted, and he wasn’t at all sure why. He encountered beautiful, smart women every day in his business and personal life. He’d lost count of the times his matchmaking mother and sisters had paraded beautiful, intelligent women in front of him at various social functions and dinner parties, hoping he’d be inspired to marry and settle down. None of those women had generated more than a second look on his part. Certainly none of those women had piqued his curiosity or challenged something in him as Laura had. He’d grabbed the ruse of having her show him the hotel because he’d wanted time to gauge her as an individual before jumping in with his reason for being there. But he hadn’t expected to enjoy himself as he had. Continuing to watch her, he told himself there was no logical reason for him to find her so captivating.

      Yet he did. Considering the role she played in his plans to reclaim the Princess, for him to become fascinated with Laura Harte was one mistake he couldn’t afford to make. Not when so much was at stake.

      A personal involvement with Laura wasn’t an option, Josh reminded himself as she started across the lobby toward him. Still, there was no reason he couldn’t enjoy the way she filled out that black dress or the natural sway of her hips as she walked or the sight of those mile-long legs in killer high heels. At the sudden image of those legs wrapped around his waist, Josh nearly groaned. Get a grip, Logan, he told himself, and jammed his fists into his pockets.

      “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting,” she said as she joined him.

      “No problem,” Josh replied. “Everything all right?”

      “Yes. There was just a slight mix-up on a room reservation. The couple I was talking with are here for their anniversary, and when they made their reservation, they requested the same room they occupied on their wedding night. Unfortunately, the agent who took the reservation on the phone last month, and who happens to no longer be with the hotel, failed to make a notation of the request when he booked the reservation. And the particular room they’d wanted is already occupied.”

      “I’m assuming from the smiles on their faces that you worked it out.”

      “I guess you could say that. I upgraded them to a larger suite, ordered a bottle of champagne to be sent to their room with the hotel’s compliments and issued them a voucher for a free weekend in the suite they originally wanted to be used at a future date.”

      “Very smooth. And very smart.” It was exactly what he would have done were he the general manager—keep the client happy, and make sure they want to come back.

      “Thank you. All things considered, I thought it was the best way to handle it.”

      “Absolutely. Customer goodwill is important. You’ve not only salvaged their weekend and ensured that they’ll leave here happy, but that they’ll come back to use that voucher when giving them a free room will have little impact on your profits. And since the room is free, I’m sure you’ve figured that they’ll feel justified in spending more money in the hotel restaurant and gift shops.”

      “Well, the thought did cross my mind,” she said, grinning. And this time the smile curving her lips held none of the caution, none of the insipid politeness of her earlier smiles. This time the smile she gave him was genuine.

      And the result was staggering. Desire tightened low in Josh’s belly as he stared at her. He itched to fist his hands in that red-gold hair, to draw her close so he could breathe in that roses-and-sunshine scent of hers and then kiss that spot on her neck just below her ear. Dropping his gaze to her mouth, he watched her smile fade, heard her quick intake of breath, and he knew she felt that heat shimmering between them, too. The realization sent need shuddering through him. He moved a step closer, wanting to explore the shape and taste of that tempting mouth. Instead, he settled for smoothing the stray curl that had tangled on her scarf.

      Laura stepped back. She made a show of checking her watch. “I didn’t realize how late it was. I guess the tour took longer than I thought it would. I’m afraid I tend to get caught up in the hotel’s history and go on and on. You should have stopped me.”

      “Why? I enjoyed it.”

      “Thank you. But I’m