I let myself be lazy. I doodle in my notebook over new potential varieties of cupcakes.
At some point I hear Hayes on the phone somewhere in the house. I’m immediately irritated that he turned his cell on when we’d agreed to unplug. But when I set down my notebook to go say something, I notice the red light blinking on the Villa’s phone. The line is being used. So technically he’s not breaking the rules since he’s on the landline.
I glare at it for a minute. So typical of Hayes to skirt the rules but not break them. He hasn’t changed a bit and why does knowing that bring a stupid smile to my lips?
I figure I’ll let it slide. He’s probably negotiating a bazillion-dollar contract or something so who am I to interfere? Business being done in paradise. I pick up my pad again and start to write just as his voice gets louder. He sounds irritated. Frustrated. Adamant. Snippets of his conversation float down the hall. I overhear him talk about how his public image is taking a hit and then carry on about not giving a shit about the ironclad non-disclosure agreement.
