Heart of Steele Read Online Free Page B

Heart of Steele
Book: Heart of Steele Read Online Free
Author: Randi Alexander
Pages:
Go to
tucked the bill in
his pocket. “I’ll drive her like a grandma on her way to
church.”
    “Thanks, man.”
    The second valet ran ahead and opened the
glass door for them.
    “Oh, so Marcus can drive the ‘Cuda, but I
can’t?” She smiled as she walked with Steele to the door.
    Steele slipped the other valet a bill too,
and guided Tracy inside. “I trust him. You...” He winked. “Gotta
earn it first.”
    Seemed to her they both had some difficulty
knowing whom to trust.
    The lobby stole Tracy’s breath. High, vaulted
ceilings were lit by spotlights, glowing golden between thick
wooden beams spaced along the length. Pillars of tan stone, the
same as the exterior of the building, held the beams in place.
    Glass let in sunlight, and a mammoth
fireplace sat smack in the middle, open on four sides and
surrounded by club chairs.
    “Wow. This is unbelievable.”
    “It is nice, isn’t it?” He walked past the
fireplace and to the right of a big desk at the far wall.
    “Mr. McLairn.” A woman in a tan business suit
with her dark hair pulled into a French twist hurried from a room
behind the desk. “Welcome. Your suite has been prepared, as
directed.”
    She smiled at Tracy, her gaze staying locked
on her face, and not taking in her far-too-casual clothes.
“Welcome, ma’am. Is this your first time here?”
    “Yes, it is. It’s beautiful.”
    From out of nowhere, the woman produced a
sleek brochure. “Our spa is full-service, and available twenty-four
hours a day.”
    “Spa?” Now her heart was really pumping.
They’d be here four days. How much could she spend on pampering
without going completely bankrupt?
    Steele cleared his throat, gave Tracy a
stare, and took a step toward his destination.
    She ignored him and opened the brochure. The
list included a few lovely treatments she’d die to have. “There are
no prices.” After she’d said it, she wished she could slink away.
Of course there were no dollar amounts listed. This place was for
the rich and famously rich. They didn’t have to worry about trivial
things like their credit card limit.
    The woman leaned closer. “All services are
complimentary.” She tapped the front of the brochure. “Just call
when you reach your suite and we’ll get you scheduled right
away.”
    “Thank you, Grace.” Steele nudged Tracy.
“Ready?”
    “Yes.” She winked at Grace. “Thank you so
much.” Tracy shivered with anticipation as she walked beside Steele
along a side wing of the resort. The brick and wood theme carried
through, and intimate seating areas appeared at intervals along the
way, each near a large window facing the lake. She was going to
have so much fun here.
    He stopped at a wide wooden door, punched in
numbers on the keypad, and opened it as it unlocked. It was an
elevator.
    “You have your own suite?”
    “Uh huh.” He followed her into the large
room.
    “Of course you do. What rich bad boy
wouldn’t?” She noticed only three buttons. “And I bet this is a
private elevator.”
    He pulled the door shut behind them. “Yeah,
but we’re not staying here.” He pressed the down button and the
elevator started to drop.
    “What?” Her heart dropped, too.
    “Sorry.” He let out a breath. “This was just
a diversion, in case we were followed.”
    “But...” She showed him the brochure. “It’s
complimentary.” It was like handing a child the perfect gift, then
taking it away. She had to swallow down the urge to pout like a
three-year-old.
    “I’m sorry. When all this is over, you can
come here and stay in my suite for a month.”
    She stuffed the brochure in her purse. “Can I
get that in writing?”
    He leaned back against the elevator wall,
grinning. “Sure. When we get to Big Bear, I’ll make it legal.”
    “Big Bear?” She’d never been up in the
mountains. Especially in late fall. “I’m definitely going to need
to pick up some warmer clothes.”
    “My assistant called and arranged for the
caretakers to buy some basics
Go to

Readers choose

Peter Quinn

William F Nolan, George Clayton Johnson

Jack Hyland

Sherryl Jordan

Lorna Jean Roberts

Cathy Yardley

Elizabeth Chadwick

Samantha Kane

Wynter St. Vincent