Gina Jackson whistled while she worked in the corner of the suite, her measuring tape making a metallic crinkling sound as she tried to get it all the way against the wall.
She and Owen Church, the general manager here at Sweet Breeze, had talked about taking these boring, blah closets into something spectacular for the longer-stay guests at the premier hotel and resort in Getaway Bay.
Gina Jackson could still taste the dill cream cheese she’d eaten on her bagel over an hour ago. She really needed a mint—and for her blasted tape measure to stop acting all wonky.
The metallic crinkling sound grated against her nerves as she shook the end of it into the corner. The closets at Sweet Breeze Resort and Hotel were nothing like any she’d worked on before. They were almost like rooms of their o
