She glanced over at the driver who tipped his hat in the rearview and took his suggestion.
Half an hour and two mini bottles of chilled wine later, they were pulling into the resort as she sang along with the radio.
A weirdly familiar man came up to the limo, sharp features and copper penny hair making him seem like the world’s biggest leprechaun.
“Mrs. Martin. Welcome. Your wife has checked in already in the honeymoon suite, and you two have a champagne repast to hold you until your supper reservations.”
Repast? People said things likerepastout loud? Champagne sounded good though. “Honeymoon suite.” She grinned at him. “I don’t have a wife, but I’ll take the champagne.”
Wait. Did he say someone had checked in?
Josie?
Oh, she was going to hurt someone if they let that bitch into her suite. This was not a honeymoon, and Josie didn’t get to be cute.
A key card was pressed into her hand. “I’m Bryan, head of marketing. Please, let me show you to your rooms. I’ll get your luggage.”
“Oh you’re Bryan? Thank you.” She let him get her things, but she was steeling herself for a fight. A slightly tipsy fight.
“I am. Let me get the elevator.” He held the door open for her, then shut the door behind them quickly. “Thank you so, so much for playing along. I appreciate it.”
“Playing along…yes.” Oh, thank goodness. “Wait. So no one has checked into my room?”
“It’s a suite, and my sister is going to be playing your wife for the week. She’s harmless, pretty enough to look good in pictures, and willing to help.”
“I’m sorry, I thought you just said your sister was playing my wife…?” What in the hell had she gotten herself into?
“Yes… For the promotions?” He was looking at her like she was crazy.
“I said we could take pictures. I don’t remember saying I was going to pretend to be married…” Had she? She shouldn’t have had that wine in the limo. She wasn’t thinking clearly.
“She’s just here for the pictures and the sponsors, you know? Just to make it look real.”
“Sponsors. Right. As long as she’s not in my hot tub it’s all good.” She’d make it work. She could smile and fake anything.
Though maybe not as well as Josie had.
She shook her head and followed Bryan. Forget that. She was going to be in a good mood. There was no way she was going to let Josie interfere with her relaxing week off.
“I’ll make sure to tell her to stay out. She’s just here as a favor to me.”
“Uh-huh. Did you tell her she was saving your job too?”
“I did. She’s good to me. She’s got a job with a flexible schedule, so it makes it easy.”
“Me too. It is handy, for sure.” They went down a hall, up an elevator and down another hall.
“This is it.” Bryan opened a set of double doors into a large open living area that was rustic chic—lots of stone and wood, but without that heavy log cabin feel.
“Oh wow. Nice.” She wandered in, looking around.
“Here’s the bedroom.” He threw open a set of doors, showing off a huge bed, covered with white rose petals, a bottle of champagne and a tray of goodies waiting.
She laughed loudly at the idea of a rose petal-covered bed for one. “Very nice. Is this myrepast?” She rolled the r, just to be silly.
“It is. Do you mind if I snap a photo of you and Bekka having a toast?”
“I guess not. Can I have a second to freshen up first? I must look like death after that plane ride.” A couple of pictures and then she could have the night to herself.