Chapter THREE

Mara tapped her pencil against the yellow legal pad she was doodling on when she was supposed to be preparing a sample menu for the surprise wedding taking place at the Lodge this weekend.

Toni had called her an hour ago with the exciting news. It was just after the dinner rush, and Mara had been going over the books, wondering how she was going to pay for the changes she wanted to make when Toni phoned. She should have been thrilled to get the job—should have been being the operative phrase. But how could Mara be excited when she’d have to spend even more time at the Shifter run resort? More time there meant more near him. The man was the bane of her existence.

Crap. Crap. Crappity crap.