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Hannah

I know, I know I thought I’d be a lot further along in life, too Working as a hotel receptionist isn’t exactly where h school counselor saw me in five years’ time, but hey

When life gives you leet those leic I wasn’t really I just liked to use lemons as azesty, sos never turned out that way Not for poor little me

By the ti to be on the career track towards beco aweso optiirl, I thought I could be a world-champion surfer I didn’t kno to surf, but I told myself constantly that I was never too old to learn Orup the runways in Paris, Milan, and New York So the first woman to ever live on Mars and meet aliens and perfect interstellar travel

I soer self would be disappointed in how things worked out Most of the tis of bitter disappointht was harder than usual Probably because it was the graveyard shift The graveyard shift was always the worst I usually did very well in convincingthe day At least that way I could still enjoy the nightlife and scrounge together a half-decent get-together with friends But poor Cathy called in sick at the last minute, and I was the only one available to cover for her

I supposed I should countpaid one time and a half because of the odd hours, andto coot to see soht I liked dealing with travel-weary couples who looked like they were seconds away froht in the lobby Thatblonde at his hip? Yeah, she was as professional as they caave ht?

I checked my atch for whatmy shift When I was behind the reception counter, I wasn’t supposed to be onfor s to keep , credit cards that needed charging, wakeup calls to schedule for theBut I’ll be the first to admit it – I didn’t really care that much about my job The uniforms were really cute, but that was really the only upside

Nor ed to her über-famous author boyfriend Chuck Hill, she’d unfortunately been too occupied to text back right away I couldn’t blaht Lara would be the type to attract such a wealthy, handso in the lap of luxury, preparing for her upco in style I was actually super happy for her If she could find her happily ever after, maybe I could, too

Wishful thinking didn’t cost me a dime, after all

A well-dressed rand automatic doors The heels of his obviously expensive leather shoes clicked against the polished tile as he sauntered up to lasses despite the tih I uy think he was? A British earl?

The ers on the counter “I believe I have a reservation,” he said, words heavily accented His voice reminded me of a violin, warm, if the tiniest bit strained

I swiveled in my little office chair to face the co above the keyboard, I asked, “May I please grab your name?”

“It should be under William Laurier”

“Um, yeah,” I muttered “It looks like you’ve booked the executive suite Can I just grab a piece of ID for our records?”

Willialasses and raised his eyebrows at me, a cocky sh?”

For a eous man I’d ever seen His short brown hair was effortlessly brushed to the side, no doubt styled to lookin their intensity, wiser and kinder than I ever thought possible He had a pointed nose and a sharp jaw, as well as high cheekbones and perfectly full lips His grin was downrightbecause it was too damn perfect A part ofat him