Rich Man, Poor Bride. Linda Goodnight
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quickly as possible she completed the errands, then hurried down to the café to pick up the special Mexican lunch she’d ordered for Mama.
In minutes she had the disposable box in hand and hopped onto the elevator. The spicy scent of enchilada filled the small space. Carry-out was a luxury, but Ruthie would pay any price to see Mama eat a hearty meal again. After lunch they had an appointment with Dr. Attenburg. Twice weekly, now that the kind doctor had given them an extension, they’d go to the mainland for the IV treatments. The outing always left Mama exhausted, but Ruthie was hopeful that these symptoms would soon disappear with the new, more powerful drugs.
As she entered the suite, her pager beeped. Accustomed to the summons, she waved at Naomi while sliding the meal carton onto the table and went directly to the phone.
When Ruthie had replaced the telephone receiver, Naomi asked, “Work again, yes?”
“A guest wanting his in-room bar restocked.”
“Will you have time before we go inland?”
Ruthie checked her watch. “It won’t take long. I’ll do it now.”
“But you have not eaten lunch.”
“I’ll grab a bite later, Mama.” She kissed the older woman’s cheek. “You eat. I’ll be back in less than an hour to take you to the clinic.”
Whistling softly, Diego slapped a towel over his hot, sweaty shoulder and headed for the stairwell. Nothing like a game of beach volleyball to stir the senses, relax the muscles and elevate the bad mood he’d awakened with.
The stairs were empty as usual, a fact that amused him. Resort guests exercised like crazy to lose weight and keep in shape but opted for the brief elevator ride to their rooms. In the military, good physical condition kept a man alive, and even though in Diego’s job he was generally well protected, the extreme conditions in Third-World countries required optimum health in order to function. He took two steps at a time, listening to the hollow echo of rubber against metal as he thundered upward.
When he approached the second floor, he hesitated. According to the resort information in his room, a hot tub was on this landing. Figuring his muscles could use a few minutes of soothing whirlpool, he pushed open the heavy door that led onto the carpeted hallway and stepped out.
From his left, a door opened and movement caught his attention. His pulse jerked, reacting in a clinically abnormal manner. Ruthie, the waitress-maid-lifeguard, pulled a door closed behind her and turned, catching sight of him.
“Hello again,” he said. She looked fresh and professional in creased navy walking shorts and a crisp, white polo. Her blond hair was slicked back into a charming ponytail that made her look young and innocent.
“Dr. Vargas,” she replied politely. Even from several feet away he could tell she was reluctant to speak to him, but she’d avoided him long enough. He needed to clear the air.
“Diego,” he corrected as he tossed the towel around his neck and anchored it on each side with his hands. “Still mad at me?”
She shook her head, and the glimmer of a smile lit her face. “Actually, I should apologize.”
He tilted his head in silent agreement. “I was trying to help, not add to the problem.”
“I realize that now. But I can’t afford to upset a guest.” Her clear green eyes took in his sweaty appearance. “Volleyball?”
“Yeah.” He was tempted to remind her that he was a guest, too, but decided that sounded woefully childish. “And now I’m looking for the hot tub.”
“This is the floor. Would you like me to show you?”
“Lead on.”
He followed her down the corridor and into a large sunroom. Enclosed in glass, the room could be opened to the sights and sounds of the surf below. Now the windows were closed and fogged over with humidity from the hot water. A small self-serve bar lined one wall. Next to the bar was a bathroom complete with shower, toiletries, towels and several generic swimsuits. A plethora of green plants created a near junglelike atmosphere, a great place for a romantic interlude.
He shot a quick glance at Ruthie and wondered if she was the type. Might be interesting to find out.
She bent to check the water temperature, and Diego lost his breath as the demure shorts edged upward against firm smooth thighs.
Yes, indeed. Very interesting.
Completely unaware that he’d been ogling her legs and backside, Ruthie rose and asked, “Would you like me to fix you a drink while you change?”
“Who said I was changing?” He stripped off his tank top and tossed it on the floor.
“Oh. Well.” Just as she had that day in his suite, Ruthie looked everywhere but at his chest. Her reaction to his body stoked his ego.
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