my budget.”
“I understand that, but there’s a better solution.”
“Like what?”
“My townhouse.”
She stared at him, blindsided by the suggestion. “But . . . I thought you were in a hotel.”
“Nope. I have a house here with several bedrooms, and you’re welcome to one of them.”
Her pulse kicked up. “My goodness, that’s way too much of a favor.” And she wondered if he wanted something in return. Thinking of what that might be made her pulse race even faster.
“Not the way I see it. You need a room and I have one available.” He met her gaze. “And to clarify, this is not an indecent proposal.”
Dear God, could he read her mind? Heat rose in her cheeks. “I know it’s not.”
“Do you? Because you were looking sort of wary.”
“I didn’t mean to.” She had to get a grip. This was a guy who didn’t have to drag women in off the street. She was flattering herself if she thought he was interested in her. “I just don’t think it’s right for me to accept your generous hospitality.”
“It’s not all that generous. The rooms are sitting there empty. Maybe you’ll use a little water and electricity, but that’s it. No big deal.”
She glanced over at the hotel with its peeling paint and dirty windows. She shouldn’t accept his offer, but damn, she wanted to. He might be a stranger, but he didn’t feel like one. First chance she got, though, she’d call Astrid and confirm what Melanie felt in her gut, that Drew could be trusted.
Growing up on a ranch with salt-of-the-earth parents, Melanie had been taught not to take advantage of people, but she’d also been told never to look a gift horse in the mouth. This was a gift horse if she’d ever seen one.
She took a deep breath. “All right. And thank you.”
Two
“You’re more than welcome.” The tension eased from Drew’s shoulders. He couldn’t leave her here, but he couldn’t exactly kidnap her to keep her out of that fleabag hotel, either.
She had no idea how vulnerable she looked with her big gray eyes and freckle-faced innocence. In her red hoodie, with any makeup worn off during the flight, she seemed like a teenager, even though he guessed her age to be mid-twenties. No wonder the bastards had targeted her. He had the urge to wrap her in his arms, stroke her glossy brown hair, and protect her from every danger, both real and imagined.
But any woman who’d climbed on a plane by herself for her first trip to Paris wouldn’t appreciate an overprotective attitude. He’d keep that in mind. Somehow he had to watch out for her in a way that wouldn’t get her back up.
“I’ll fetch my suitcase.” She reached for the door handle.
“Might as well let Henri get it.” He deliberately made it sound like a casual suggestion.
“But I can do it. Oh, wait.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “My claim check was in my backpack.”
“Then why not let Henri handle it? He’s good at these things.”
She opened her mouth to argue, and then closed it again. “Okay.”
Drew leaned forward and spoke to his chauffeur in French. He hoped Melanie didn’t understand the language well enough to know that he’d told Henri to bribe the desk clerk if there was any question about the missing claim check. Because Melanie had yet to utter a word in French, Drew thought he was safe on that score.
The chauffeur exited the car and headed toward the hotel lobby with the brisk stride of a man who would not be denied. Drew smiled. Henri lived for this kind of drama.
“He probably will have better luck than I would.” Melanie watched Henri walk into the hotel. “He looks very official.”
“Don’t think he doesn’t realize that. He plays it to the hilt.” He pulled out his cell. “What’s your credit card company?” When she gave him the name, he looked up the international contact number and keyed it in before handing her the phone.
“Thank you.” She settled back in her seat and put the phone to her ear. Moments into the conversation, her body visibly relaxed and her tone was no longer anxious.
He enjoyed watching the transformation and was glad he could be part of putting her dream vacation back on track. From that first glimpse of her in front of Notre Dame, he’d instinctively known how much this trip meant to her. Unlike most of the women in his circle, she’d had to scrimp and save to get over here.