Dating the Boss (Blue Harbor #2) - Jaclyn Osborn Page 0,14
it gets too bad to drive in, we can stay at a hotel for the night and drive home tomorrow.”
That was worst-case scenario, though. Snow was very common in Blue Harbor, and I was comfortable driving in it. Staying overnight somewhere wouldn’t be necessary.
“I hope I didn’t jinx us yesterday when I mentioned a blizzard.” Reed chewed his bottom lip.
“It’ll be okay.”
A little snow was nothing we couldn’t handle.
***
It most definitely was not okay.
By the time we arrived in Greenville, a thin layer of snow covered the grassy areas and was accumulating on the roads. Not bad enough to make them undrivable, but we still had a meeting to get through, plus a four-hour drive back. If it continued to snow that long and that much, we very well might need to stop for the night.
My mind instantly went to the narrow, two-lane roads we’d had to travel through to get there, the only way in and out of the area. If they iced over, it would be unwise to drive until they were cleared.
“Yep. I jinxed us,” Reed said, angling his head up toward the white sky after we parked at the resort. Snow flurries gathered in his light brown hair and stuck to his lashes as he closed his eyes.
God. He was beautiful.
“It’s just a little snow,” I told him, grabbing my briefcase from the back seat.
“This is kind of awesome.” He stared in awe at the scene before us.
The main building was built like a cabin but way bigger. It had walls of windows and an arching roof. Other luxury cabins surrounded it, as well as a dining area, one for recreation, and woodsy décor that hit all the right notes for travelers wanting a relaxing stay in the mountains. Appearance-wise, it was on point. Very aesthetic and pleasing to the eye.
Much like the man at my side.
I quickly looked away from him. “It’s still under construction right now. I’m sure it’ll be even more awesome once it’s finished.”
Reed cocked his head toward me and grinned.
“Can I help you?” a young woman greeted us once we entered the lobby. She had a round face and bright, youthful eyes. She looked no older than twenty. The owner’s daughter, perhaps, or a niece. No other employees were around since it wasn’t set to open until spring.
“Yes.” I approached her, holding out a hand. “I’m Daniel Sawyer. I have a ten o’clock meeting with Vivian Parks.”
“Oh, good. You made it,” she said, her smile widening. “We weren’t sure with the weather. I heard it’s supposed to turn nasty soon. I’m Jamie Parks, her daughter. I’ll let her know you’re here.”
Normally, our clients came to us or we traveled a short distance to meet with them. This client was different. Vivian Parks came from a family well known all over the country for their high-class five-star resorts. When she announced opening the Mountainside Inn and Spa, we had jumped at the opportunity to work with her.
Along with her wealth, she also had a reputation for being hard to please.
“She’s waiting for you in her office,” Jamie said after walking back into the lobby, her heels clacking on the hardwood floor.
“Thank you.” I turned to Reed, who was staring around the room with curious eyes. “Wait here.”
He had come with me, but the meeting was between me and Vivian Parks. I played over my introduction in my head and how I’d sell the pitch. Our team had worked day and night getting this campaign just right. If she hated it, I had a plan B. Hell. I’d come up with a plan C and D too on the spot if I had to.
“Mr. Sawyer?” Reed said as I started to walk away. I glanced at him, and he gave me a warm smile. “Breathe.”
I exhaled and gave a sharp nod. “I shouldn’t be long.”
I followed Jamie around a corner and into a large office with a cream-and-gold color scheme. The floor-to-ceiling window gave a view of evergreen trees and the falling snow. Snow that was, regrettably, falling even heavier now.
“Mr. Sawyer,” Vivian said, standing from her chair and walking around to the front of her desk. She wore a pinstriped pantsuit that hugged her petite frame, and her bleach-blonde hair was styled in a pixie cut. Her red lips curved in a smile. “I’m glad the weather didn’t delay your trip. I’ve been looking forward to it.”