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CHAPTER FOUR
NISHA
The second day I waitedoutside the Plaza Hotel for Ford, the sun shone down brightly, nary a snowflake in sight. The streets were busy with shoppers and more suppliers and decorators who delved into the bowels of the Plaza in preparation for the wedding.
And for the first time, he was late.
Not that I had much of a benchmark, but he was adamant on being on time to collect his suit–the calamity that closed off our first full day together–and he was waiting for me bright and early the day before. Today seemed....out of character.
I checked my watch at ten to ten. Breaking my own rules, I waved to the doorman–Samuel, I checked–on my way into the Plaza Hotel. I never asked for guests at the desk. It didn’t matter if they needed a sleep in, were in coitus or had some form of emergency.
No one liked being poked. And they could join the tour, if they wanted, the next day.
But Ford... He was different.
I waited in line and approached the desk, poking my head around the small divider. "Can I have a tour prompt call to Ford, please?" I smiled. When she gave me a blank face, I grinned. “The guy with the Aussie accent and the alpaca."
“Oh my gosh. You mean Ford Millham." She made a swooning gesture, and picked up the phone tapping in a number she knew by heart.
My gaze narrowed.
"What –"
“Yes, your ten o'clock?” She risked a glance at me, eyebrows rising.
"Nine," I mouthed back.
She grimaced. "Your tour guide is at the desk." She grinned and gave me a thumbs up.
I shrugged as she hung up. "Whatever works."
"Did you see him yesterday? Seriously swoon-worthy manflesh."
I sorted. "Yeah, I was there when he hit the slush."
She shook her head vehemently. "No, last night. I was on the late shift. I finish in half an hour. He came in after the party, fairly drunk and wearing– well. Not a lot.” Her eyes glittered and her eyebrows waggled.
Oh hell. The rehearsal dinner, and the drinks or whatever afterward. I forgot.
“No wonder he's late." Then my curiosity got the better of me. “How little clothing?"
“Like, one thing. An ugly sweater and a sock on his–" Her cheeks blazed santa suit red.
