Jason could’ve just grabbed Lexie’s keys and retrieved her car. Taken his tip. And stood behind that stupid little podium for the rest of the night. He’d done exactly that for several weeks now—minus the running into Lexie part.
Not that he hadn’t tried. He was not stalking her, but he’d noticed she came to Sweet Breeze quite often. Used that swanky private elevator down the hall away from the guest elevators. Disappeared up to the owner’s penthouse for hours and then came out in the dead of night.
notAnd she wasn’t the only one. Fisher DuPont definitely had something going on up on that twenty-eighth floor, and it involved Getaway Bay’s wealthiest men and women.
But the stars hadn’t aligned until tonight, and someone else had always been working when Lexie came to Sweet Breeze.
His ha
