As the phone rang Pres braced himself for the third bad thing. The first had been Molly refusing to come and stay at the resort. Oh, he’d had that all planned out. They would order an elegant, gourmet room-service dinner and eat it on the living-room rug, spread out like a picnic. Then they’d rent a movie from the in-house video service, and around nine o’clock, they’d tuck a sleepy Zander into one of the king-size beds in the two-bedroom Presidential Suite. Then he and Molly would wander out onto the screened-in balcony and … Pres wanted to kiss her. Desperately. In fact, he was starting to obsess about it. The way her lips would feel. The way she would taste … God, it was driving him out of his mind. Forget about his craving for cigarettes. That was nothing compared with how much he wanted Molly. Instead, he’d driven her back to the Kirk Estate, made her promise to stay inside, told her a security team was already on the way, ready to keep unwanted visitors off her property throughout the night.
