He grins and rubs his nose a little sheepishly. ‘Aye, it is,as a matter of fact. Fraser’s working with a new sport and leisure start-up onthe south coast and I’m based in Guildford for now. We’ve got a few otherclients in the area. Getting to be a bit too much for just the two of us tohandle, though. We’ll need to be taking on staff soon.’
‘But that’s brilliant. I’ve always admired people with anentrepreneurial mind and the courage to take a risk.’
He laughs. ‘Courage or stupidity, one or the other.’
‘Don’t be modest.’
‘Okay. We’re... the best thing sincesliced bread. How’s that?’
I return his mischievous smile. ‘Much better. So are youdoing a lot of work here at the hotel?’
He nods. ‘Quite a bit. And it all culminates in the launchof their brand-new rooftop, open-to-the-stars café-bar, launching in April.’
‘Oh, of course. I remember reading about that.’ Thatexplains the signs of building work outside the hotel when I arrived.
‘You read about it? And where was that, may I ask?’
I frown, remembering. ‘In the local free newspaper, I think.’
He nods approvingly. ‘They did a nice double-page spreadabout the hotel and the plans for a unique new café-bar.’ He grins. ‘And thefact that you actually read the story means I’m doing an okay job, thankfully.’
‘So... let me get this straight. It’s yourjob to let everyone know about this fabulous, unique new café-bar where peoplecan dine out and drink under the stars?’
‘Got it in one. Fancy a career writing press releases?’
I grin at him. ‘I’ll stick to writing novels, I think. I’mvery glad you’re not the manager here.’
‘Oh? Why?’
‘Well, I gave you an unsolicited lecture on how toreorganise the reception area, remember?’
‘Ah, yes. So you did.’ His gorgeous blue eyes twinkle at me.‘Well, I promise I won’t tell theactualmanager what you said. Then youcan come back here any time you want without fear of nasty reprisals.’
My heart does a funny little leap. I rather like the thoughtof coming back here – especially if Logan Mackay happens to be around.
‘Right.’ He rubs his hands together. ‘How about I pick youup at ten tomorrow morning? There’s no point in us taking two cars to the radiostation.’
‘Okay,’ I say cheerfully, wondering if it’s possible for thisday to actuallygetany better. ‘Kaz O’Connell, here I come. Pinch me. Imust be dreaming.’
‘Aye. I think you’ll like her. She’s really friendly inperson,’ he says as he ushers me out onto the high street. ‘She’s great at puttingguests like yourself at their ease. She’ll talk you through the whole thing tomorrowmorning, before you go live on Tuesday.’
I grimace. ‘Please don’t say “go live”. It’s starting tosound a bit scary.’
‘You’ll be fine. You’ve got a great voice for radio.’
I laugh. ‘I have?’
‘Absolutely. I could listen to you talking all day. The listenersare sure to be hanging on your every word.’
‘You’re just saying that to be nice.’
‘I’m not. I’m a straight-talking Scot if you hadn’tnoticed.’
Feeling myself blushing at the compliment, I smile andshrug. ‘At least you didn’t tell me I’ve got a greatfacefor radio.’
He grins. ‘No, no. But the face is pretty impressive aswell, by the way.’
I laugh much too loudly to hide my embarrassment, whilefeeling secretly delighted.
