27
After all the time Lyle had spent with the Rockwells, he’d almost forgotten how the rest of the world treated him. But he got a big reminder the minute he and Isabelle walked up to the concierge desk at the Majestic Lodge.
“Mr. Guero, it’s such an honor to have you here. Anything you need, you give us a call, day or night.”
It’s just money, he wanted to scream. And I don’t have as much as you think I have anymore.
He caught Isabelle’s wide-eyed look as he accepted an expensive bottle of champagne from the concierge. “Special for our VIPs,” the man whispered. “A New Year’s gift from the Majestic.”
“Thank you. My companion is the one who booked the suite, though. Not me.”
The concierge’s glance barely slid Isabelle’s direction. Clearly, in his view, she didn’t count nearly as much a
