Chapter 20

The receptionist frowned. “Did you understand what I just said?” she asked, articulating each word.

Did she think he was six years old? Well, to be honest, he could barely think straight at the moment.

“Yes, yes, I got it. Room C101,” Reggie repeated like a machine. Then he headed towards the elevators.

“Mr. Weston,” the woman shouted, making him jump. “I said C101. It’s a cabana.” She pointed to the swimming pool exit.

“Oh, yes, sure. A cabana…” he stammered, blushing. A cabana, one of the elegant bungalows by the swimming pools.

When Reggie walked outside, a wave of heat hit him with a vehemence that couldn’t have been worse if he’d been in hell. But was the temperature really so high, or was he just excited about seeing Russell again in a few moments? The Englishman had left him a message. Russell Lee had been thinking of him.

Oh, Jesus…

Two guys dove into the swimming pool, splashing him. One apologized, but Reggie didn’t even notice. Not the water, nor the apology.