LAVENDER'S POINT OF VIEW
How could Mark not be working here?
I stood there staring at the receptionist, trying to make sense of what she had just told me.
There was no way I had imagined him.
I saw him and so did Kai. Or must I have mistaken him for someone else? No, he called my name. I heard his voice. He had looked directly at me and called my name.
And, unless I had suddenly lost my mind, he had been wearing the hotel's room-service uniform.
So how could she possibly tell me there was no one named Mark working here?
I leaned slightly against the reception desk, my brows furrowing.
"Are you sure there isn't any male room service here last night named Mark?" I asked.
The woman gave me an apologetic smile. "I'm sure, even if they were to come last night, there's no one of them wi
