Juniper Hill (The Edens #2)(71)

“There isn’t. When Winn and Griffin got married, Winn organized their wedding herself too.”

“What if . . .” She blew out a long breath. “What if I tried?

I’d do it in my spare time. I don’t know if there’s a demand but I could organize any event. Corporate meetings or retirement parties or weddings.”

“Yes.” Whatever kept that look on her face.

“I see the way you love Knuckles. I want that too. If working means time away from Drake or you, I want to love it.”

“Do it. I’ll help with whatever I can.”

She blushed. “Then maybe I will.”

I spun her around again, then reluctantly let her go.

“What’s on your schedule the rest of the afternoon?”

“Not much. With the rooms full, I’ve just been tidying up as people come and go. There’s a guest on the fourth floor who requested a late checkout, so hopefully that’s empty by now.

The next guest who was supposed to check in called about an hour ago. Their flight got canceled so it’s actually an empty room.”

Empty rooms were a rarity this time of year. “What if we booked it? Just you and me. We could see if Mom wanted to watch Drake tonight. I bet she’d stay at our place. Then tomorrow I can get up, head to the kitchen. You can check on the wedding before you head home.”

She worried her lip between her teeth. “I’ve never left him alone at night.”

“Gotta be a first. If we don’t like it, we’ll go home.”

“Um . . .” She drew in a deep breath, then smiled. “Okay.”

With her hand clasped in mine, I dragged her to the front desk.

Eloise didn’t bat an eyelash when I told her I wanted the room. It was too late in the day to fill the reservation, and it had been ages since I’d stayed as an actual guest, something we all did from time to time.

“I guess I’ll go clean our room.” Memphis laughed when Eloise handed her the key cards.

“Come see me when you’re done,” I said.

“Sure.” She stood on her toes, fisting a handful of my shirt to drag me to her lips. Then we went our separate ways, her toward the elevators while I headed for Knuckles.

The dining room was empty for the lull between lunch and dinner. It would start to fill in the next hour as people began wandering in for a meal. But the kitchen was busy, all hands on deck, preparing for the wedding tomorrow.

Music blared from the radio in the corner. The scent of onions and garlic permeated the space. Skip and Roxanne argued over which drink was better—eggnog or Tom and Jerry’s.

“Knox, which—”

“Eggnog,” I answered before Roxanne could finish her question, then disappeared to my office to check a few emails.

The bride for tomorrow’s wedding had been emailing me daily since we’d started planning the menu. As expected, the moment I opened my inbox, there was a note from her confirming we had enough champagne for the event.

Something, if Memphis had been her wedding planner, she could have confirmed weeks ago.

It was a brilliant idea. Quincy, and The Eloise, could use a planner. Maybe we could hire Memphis to be the hotel’s official event coordinator. It would mean a pay raise and if she wanted to expand into her own business, we could give her that flexibility too.

My computer dinged with another email and I tensed at Gianna’s name. I clicked it open to find a simple message— Merry Christmas—and one photo.

It was the picture she’d taken of Memphis, Drake and me in the kitchen.

Memphis was the spotlight, her face so beautiful I struggled to tear my eyes away. She looked up at me while I smiled down at her. The only one actually looking at the camera was Drake.

I shoved away from my desk and weaved through the kitchen. “Be back.”

Memphis was on the fourth floor when I found her in the empty room. She’d stripped the bed and was dusting when I walked inside.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” She smiled. “What’s up?”

“Got this today.” I dug my phone from my pocket and pulled up the email. Then I handed it over so she could see the photo.

Her eyes softened. “I love this.”

“I love you.”

Memphis gasped and the phone fell from her hand, landing with a thud on the carpet. “W-what?”

“Not exactly how I’d planned to say that,” I muttered. But it was out there now, and well . . . it was the truth. “I love you.”

Her eyes searched mine. “I love you too.”

I slammed my mouth on hers, my tongue delving inside for a taste of her sweet.

She clung to me, her fingertips digging into my arms, her heels rising off the floor as she lifted to her toes.

We kissed until we were breathless, then I tore my lips away and worked free the button on her jeans.

“Knox.” Her eyes darted past me to the open door.

I held up a finger, then stalked over to kick free the stop and let it slam closed. When I came back, she arched her eyebrows. “I’ve wanted to fuck you in one of these rooms for months.”

Her cheeks flushed. “I’m on the clock.”

“Then tomorrow we’ll clean it off the clock and call it square.” I dropped to a knee, holding her gaze as I pulled her tennis shoes off her feet. Next came her jeans. I slid down the zipper and as I tugged them down, taking her panties along for the ride, she shimmied her hips and kicked them free from her legs.