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A few months later…
After a month and a half of scouring the reservations for Noah’s name and taking the night shifts in case he happened to pop in one night, I gave up. I told myself that yeah, there might’ve been a connection, but I’m not looking for a one-night stand, and no matter how hot the man is, that’s about all that’s on the table with a man who travels the world.
So I’m surprised when after coming in today and putting my coat on the hook, I feel Trina’s gaze on me. She’s got the same creepy smile she had when she thought Adele had checked in—only for us to find out it was an impersonator who had been hired by a man whose wife loved her.
“What?” I ask as I type my password into the computer.
“You should check the restaurant.” Trina’s smile widens.
I narrow my eyes then head that way. “Tell me what happened? Did someone call Francois Frank again? I told my brothers to stop joking around with him. He’s brilliant at what he does and…” I stop in my tracks when I spot Noah at one of the tables by the window.
He’s sporting the ponytail, although with completely dry brown hair this time. His long-sleeve shirt is taut along the shoulders and biceps, the sleeves pushed up and revealing the corded forearms I admired the night we met.
“He’s here,” Trina whispers in my ear. Except Trina’s idea of whispering is more like talking at a normal volume.
“What’s up, girls? Baby is hungry.” Nikki’s voice comes from behind me.
When I turn, I find her and Posey.
“What are we staring at?” Posey looks over my shoulder. “The lumberjack guy?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Yes,” Trina adds. “That’s Noah. He’s the guy who checked in three months ago and made Mandi orgasm over an omelet.”
I really regret telling her all the details the morning after he checked out.
I push all three of them back into the reception area before he spots us.
“Hey, baby in the tummy,” Nikki complains. “And I’m sorry, he’s cute and all, but you can’t marry him.”
My forehead wrinkles. “Excuse me? No one said anything about marrying him.”
“I wouldn’t call him cute, Nik, more like hunk on a stick.” Posey leans to the side to try to get another look at him.
“I just went over names with Logan last night and there’s only one boy name we agree on.”
“You’ve been holding out on me all morning?” Posey asks, easily distracted from Noah—for the record, I don’t understand how he doesn’t hold her attention.
“We both like Noah,” Nikki says as though it’s obvious. “I don’t want some weird confusion if Mandi marries a Noah and my baby is named Noah. We’d always have to be, like, ‘Mandi’s Noah’ or ‘baby Noah’ and what will that mean for my poor son when he brings home his first girlfriend and his family calls him ‘baby Noah’ all the time?”
We all stare at her for a moment.
“Getting a little ahead of ourselves,” I say. “Plus, there’s no future with him anyway. Last time he was here was three months ago.”
Nikki leans back to look at him. “What does he do?”
“He’s a photographer.”
Nikki’s face lights up. “Oh, I want to get pregnancy photos.”
“Are you sure you want a guy named Noah photographing a Noah in your belly?” Posey asks and laughs.
Nikki, of course, doesn’t find it funny. Pregnancy hormones have made her humorous side disappear.
“Can we eat?” Nikki whines, ignoring our sister.
The front desk bell rings and I silently plea for Trina to stay on shift a smidge longer so I can get my sisters handled. Understanding my family well enough, Trina sighs but goes to the desk to handle the guest.
