Olympia knew so much more about Chet now, and while she didn’t have all the answers, she thought she’d at least be able to fall asleep with him across the hall.
“I was accused of something I didn’t do,” he said, those dreamy eyes trained back on the ocean. “So I quit, and I’ve been on a little vacation.”
“No better spot for vacation than Carter’s Cove.”
“My thoughts exactly,” he said.
“A big role in hospitality?” she asked, taking a chance that she could ask him one more question and not get her face glared off. Plus, he’d said he didn’t come from a hotel, but she suspected he did. There were other areas of hospitality, though.
“Big,” he said.
An idea had been bubbling in the back of her mind, but she wasn’t sure she dared vocalize it. Number one, it would mean spending more time wit
