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“Oh.” Molly felt bad. She didn’t exactly get bumped. She’d volunteered to take a room over here when it turned out that there was enough room for everyone.
The girl was still looking at her, waiting for her answer.
“I’m sorry. I’m not with it. Of course, that’ll be fine.” She could treat herself. It wasn’t like she couldn’t afford it.
“Great. I’ll need to see your ID.”
Molly handed over her driver’s license and credit card, but the girl gave the credit card back.
“I don’t need it. He’s comped the room, to make up for the inconvenience.”
Wow. “There’s no need.”
The girl either didn’t hear or didn’t want to engage with her anymore. She carried on tapping away at the computer and then handed Molly a key and proceeded to draw on a map of the resort, indicating where her cabin was.
“I’ll call for a golf cart to take you down there.”
“I can take you if you want.”
Molly turned to look at Marcos. Did she want?
He held her gaze as she mulled it over. They both knew that her answer was about more than whether she wanted a ride to her cabin.
She swallowed and then nodded. Of course, she wanted him to take her. The past, the pain, the questions she still had, none of them could override the fact that he was here; she was in his presence—and she didn’t want that to end.
“Okay, then.” The girl handed her an envelope. “Have a wonderful stay, and if you need anything at all, just dial zero.”
“Thanks.” Molly wanted to apologize, to explain that she wasn’t normally this ditzy. But it didn’t matter.
She and Marcos walked outside in silence. She didn’t know what to say—where to start, and it seemed he didn’t either.
“My car’s in the square outside the restaurant. Do you want to drive to the cabin?” he asked.
“How far is it?”
“Can I see the map?”
She handed it over and finally allowed herself to really look at him while he studied it. Butterflies swirled in her stomach as she watched him trace his finger over the map. She tried to distract herself by looking at his face, but that was no better. His dark hair was sprinkled with a few grays around his temples—why was that so much sexier on men than on women? His olive skin looked older, no doubt about it, but that, too, only made him more attractive. His long dark lashes hadn’t changed. Nor had his gorgeous, big brown eyes which looked up from the map and locked with hers.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. At least, not in words. His eyes told her he was sorry. She was pretty sure hers told him so was she. He reached out and touched her cheek. It was a simple gesture, but she felt like she’d been struck by lightning. Tears welled in her eyes even as her stomach did a somersault and her nipples stood to attention.
“It’s a two-minute drive or a ten-minute walk.”
“Shall we walk?”
He smiled and hitched the strap of her duffel bag over his shoulder. “I’d love to.”
He fell in stride with her as they walked, making her smile. When they were kids, he’d been a good four inches taller than her. She’d guess it was six now. The first time they’d gone hiking together, she’d bitched at him that she couldn’t keep up with him. After that, it’d been one of their many in-jokes that he allowed her to set the pace. She felt a touch of heat in her cheeks. He’d loved her pace in the bedroom and claimed that he was the one who had to keep up with her.
He shot a glance at her as they walked. “Am I going too fast?”
She shook her head. “No, this is perfect.”
He smirked—that was a new one; he hadn’t been a smirker before. She understood it, when he said, “Good. I wouldn’t want to get there before you.”
She had to laugh. They might have been young lovers, but he’d been a very considerate one—always trying to make sure she got there at least once before he did. She almost told him that she wasn’t sure she’d get there at all these days—she was too out of practice. But she thought better of it. One shared joke didn’t mean they were back to the level of intimacy they’d once known. Instead, she asked, “How do you know your way around this place?”
“I stayed here for a few nights when I first arrived.”
