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He nodded his head once.“I know who they are.My daughter-in-law’s father is Liam Walsh.”
I felt my jaw go slack.Was he serious?
“I didn’t know.”
He shrugged.“Why would you?”
Because I’d lived there for a short time.I didn’t say that though.
Wanting to get off the subject, I smiled again.“Well, this beats their pancakes.And neither of them makes real whipped cream.They buy the canned stuff.”
He seemed amused, and I was relieved.He hadn’t seemed fond of Micah when he came to the camper.I wanted to ask why, but I didn’t.We had a full day ahead of us, and I wanted to enjoy it.
“If you’re ready, we can head out to the helicopter.”
“It’s here?”I asked, laying my napkin on my plate and standing up.
He nodded.“There is a helipad on the roof.It’s why I chose this hotel for breakfast.”
Well, of course.I should have known that.I didn’t say my sarcastic thought aloud though.
Garrett led the way toward the elevator, and we went up two more floors before arriving on the rooftop of the hotel.He motioned for me to go out first, then followed me.When his hand came to rest on my lower back, I managed not to react.He’d never done that before.I knew that the fact that I liked it wasn’t a good thing, but I couldn’t help it.
I liked it.
A man walked over to us.He was younger than Garrett.I would guess he was in his early thirties.He was attractive—clean cut with dark hair and friendly brown eyes.His gaze barely grazed me before they went right back to Garrett.
“Fawn, this is Wilder Jones.He’s going to be our pilot today,” Garrett informed me.
Wilder nodded his head at me.“It’s a pleasure, Ms.Parker.”
He already knew my name.Garrett was very thorough.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr.Jones.”
His smile deepened.“It’s just Wilder.”
“Then, it’s just Fawn,” I replied.
His gaze swung to Garrett, as if he was asking permission.
“If that is what she wishes,” Garrett told him.
Wilder nodded, then turned to head back toward the helicopter.
Garrett’s hand was still on my back as he leaned down closer to me.“Wilder’s family are close friends of mine.I just recently moved him here to handle some personal details at the hotel for me, including piloting the helicopter.”
“I see,” I replied.
We followed Wilder to the helicopter.I glanced back up at Garrett and grinned, excited to get inside of it.
“I’ve never been on a plane,” I admitted.“Much less a helicopter.”
His eyes dropped to my mouth.“We will need to rectify that.”
I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but didn’t.For now, I was going to live in the moment.
A private island was exactly that.It was a piece of heaven, surrounded by water.I was sure I hadn’t stopped smiling since we had gotten out of the helicopter.The cute bungalows along the sandy white beach were all at least four times bigger than my camper.I’d be happy living in one of those.
