Blackhawk's Betrayal. Barbara McCauley
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Her eye? Confused, she stared at him. Oh, her eye. Sheâd forgotten about that. She released the breath sheâd been holding, waited a moment for her pulse to slow down. âI fell off a horse.â
His frown darkened. âIâm not asking to be nosy. If you have a problem that might become this hotelâs problem, I need to know.â
So thatâs what he was suspicious about, she realized. Not because he knew who she was or that she lied but because of her black eye. Relief poured through her. âEveryone has problems, Mr. Prescott,â she said evenly. âBut I assure you, whatever mine are, they will in no way affect my job or this hotel.â
He stared at her for a long, nerve-racking moment, then removed his finger from the button. âSam,â he said and straightened.
The elevator doors opened and he stepped out.
On unsteady legs, she followed.
The decor at Adagioâs Ristorante was elegant and contemporary. Crisp white linens, airy palms and high ceilings invited diners to relax, while the menu invited them to indulge. Homemade fusilli, a carpaccio sauce that made even the most hardened critic shed tears and âthe best crème brûlée on the northern continent,â according to one reviewer, had made the restaurant legendary in the few short years it had been open.
The fragrant scent of warm spices and fresh bread mixed with the clink of tableware. The lunch crowd was always louder than dinner, and the animated voices of hotel guests and local business owners filled the softly lit room.
Sitting in a corner booth, Sam speared a bite of the steak heâd ordered, chewed attentively while Rachel Forster, publicist for the Central Texas Cattlemenâs Association, discussed her schedule.
âIâll be sending out a press release to all the local newspapers within a hundred-mile radius, and I have a photographer coming out next Tuesday,â Rachel said. âIâll have him call to set up an appointment.â
It was more information than Sam really needed, but the blonde sitting across from him, young, extremely efficient and heavily armed with pages of notes, seemed determined to go over every minute detail of the upcoming conference.
âIâd also like to write an article for The Dallas Register on the Four Winds chef. I understand heâs won the Hotelierâs Choice Award three years in a row. I thought maybe I could tie that in with some kind of a Texas beef angle.â
âChef Bartollini is on hiatus for the next six months.â Actually, heâd flown home to Italy for a family emergency, and, unfortunately, no one knew when, or if, the man would return. âChef Phillipe Girard is with us until then.â
âWould it be possible for me to meet him?â she asked.
Not a good idea, Sam thought, but simply smiled. âIâll see what I can do.â
âIâd appreciate that, and oh, I was wonderingââ she pushed her black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose and scribbled on her notepad ââIâd like to meet the new owner and get some background so I can write a story about her, as well.â
âSheâs out of the office today.â Sam doubted that Clair would consent to an interview. Even though most of the people in Wolf River knew her family history, Clair wouldnât want it printed in newspapers across the state. âWhy donât I have her secretary call you?â
When the publicist moved on to the next item on her list, transportation issues, Sam listened patiently. Well, half listened, anyway.
He glanced across the crowded restaurant to the serving station, where Kiera busily filled water glasses with ice. Francine had already fitted her with Adagioâs standard uniform: white, long-sleeved shirt and tailored black slacks. The only variation the restaurant allowed for the servers was their personal choice of tie. Kieraâs was silver, with thin stripes of white and black. Sheâd knotted her dark hair on top of her head and secured it with shiny red chopsticks. The style not only revealed her long, slender neck but gave her an exotic look, as well.
Unwanted, restless, something stirred in him.
The tour heâd taken her on had included the lobby, conference rooms, employee gym and wedding chapel. Sheâd paid attention and asked several questions regarding hotel policies but had kept a stiff, polite demeanor. In itself, that wasnât odd, he reasoned. New employees were usually nervous around him. But with Kiera, she hadnât seemed nervous as much as simply reluctant to be anywhere near him.
Especially when heâd questioned her about her eye.
I fell off a horse.
Who the hell did she think she was kidding with that line? She might as well have said sheâd walked into a doorknob, for Godâs sake. And why the hell should he believe her problems wouldnât follow her here? Because sheâd said so?
She was hiding something, that much was obvious. For now, he decided heâd simply keep an eye on her.
Which was exactly what he was doing, he thought, watching as she hefted the tray of water glasses. When she moved smoothly toward a table of noisy businessmen, the silver in her tie shimmered.
Dammit. Why the hell did he think that tie looked so damn sexy?
âWill that be possible?â
Sam realized the publicist had asked him a question, something about the banquet meals, and he snapped his attention back to her. He had no idea what the woman had said, so he flashed a smile. âIâll personally work with the catering department to see that your every need is met.â
âOhââ Flustered, Rachelâs face turned rose-pink. She fumbled through her papers. âWell, thank you. Ah, now if we could go over the local publicity Iâve planned, Iâd like to be sure it meets with your approval.â
âOf course.â With a silent sigh, Sam dragged his mind off the woman serving water several feet away and back to his job.
âHey, babe, I need two iced teas and one soda at table six, one coffee, one soda at eight, refills at ten and eleven.â
Kiera quickly memorized and filled the order, didnât bother to take the time to be annoyed that Tyler, the server sheâd been paired with her first day, had pretty much called her everything except her name. She understood there was a pecking order in every restaurant, and as the new girl she was going to have to take her share of hits. Sheâd been there before and she could handle it.
What she couldnât handle, she thought, hefting the tray of drinks, was Sam Prescott.
Heâd been watching her from that corner booth for the past hour. He hadnât been obvious about it, but, nonetheless, sheâd been very aware that heâd been keeping track of her. As if it wasnât difficult enough that this was her first day on the job and she had to not only learn the staffâs names, the layout of the restaurant and the stations, but keep her orders straight so Tyler-honey-baby-sugar-darling wouldnât be on her back.
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