Claiming The Cowboy's Heart. Brenda HarlenЧитать онлайн книгу.
guessed Macy’s height at around five feet five inches, though her heeled boots added a couple of inches to that number, and her build was on the slender side, but with distinctly feminine curves. The long coat she wore in deference to the season had been unbuttoned to reveal a slim-fitting black skirt that fell just below her knees and a matching single-breasted jacket over a bright blue shell.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Clayton.” He resisted the temptation to brush his thumb over the pulse point at her wrist to see if it was racing; instead, he let his hand drop away.
“Likewise,” she said.
“Can I take your coat for you?”
“No need.” She shrugged it off her shoulders and draped it over the back of the chair before perching on the edge of the seat. “I have to tell you, I was skeptical when I’d heard that the old Stagecoach Hotel was being renovated and reopened, but based on what I’ve seen so far, you’ve really done a wonderful job with this place.”
“Most of the major renovations were done by the previous owner—I just hired the right people to pick up where he left off,” Liam admitted.
“Well, the actual coach at the back of the lobby is a nice touch,” she noted.
“I thought so, too,” he said. A simple idea that had been a lot more complicated to execute, as the antique carriage had to be taken apart to get it through the doorway and then reassembled inside.
“You’re planning to open in three weeks?” she prompted.
He nodded. “Valentine’s Day.”
Her smile was warm and natural. Friendly. He imagined she’d make the guests feel welcome—which was, of course, what he wanted, but didn’t alleviate his other concerns.
Sexual harassment in the workplace was a serious issue, and Liam had been raised to be respectful of all women. Still, he suspected it would be a mistake to hire a woman who, upon their first meeting, made him think all kinds of inappropriately tempting thoughts.
“Your résumé shows that you spent the last four years working at the Courtland Hotel in Las Vegas,” he noted, forcing himself to refocus on the matter at hand.
“That’s correct.”
“So why did you leave Las Vegas and move to Haven?”
“I moved back to Haven,” she clarified. “I grew up in this town and my parents still live here and—” Her words stopped abruptly, as if she’d caught herself saying more than she wanted to.
“And?” he prompted.
She offered another easy smile and a quick shrug. “And I was ready to come home.”
It seemed like a reasonable response, but he doubted it was what she’d initially intended to say.
He looked at her résumé again, skimming through the pages that attested to a wealth and breadth of experience. She’d worked a lot of different jobs on her way up to her most recent position as assistant to the manager of the Courtland Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas: she’d served drinks in a hotel casino, worked as a hostess in the restaurant and even done a stint cleaning rooms.
“Your experience is impressive,” he told her.
“Thank you.”
“But why do you want to work here?”
“Because there are no openings at the Dusty Boots Motel.”
His brows lifted. “Is that a joke?”
The corners of her mouth tipped up at the corners. “Yes, Mr. Gilmore.”
“Liam,” he said.
“I’m not sure it’s appropriate to call my boss by his given name.”
“I’m not your boss,” he pointed out.
“Yet,” she clarified, and smiled again.
Before he could reply to that, he heard a rustling sound in the playpen behind him, followed by a tiny, plaintive voice asking for, “Ma-ma?”
Macy leaned forward in her seat, looking past him to the little girl who’d pulled herself up into a standing position, holding onto the top rail.
“Mama’s going to be back soon,” Liam promised. Hoped.
“You have a beautiful daughter,” Macy said.
“What? No,” he responded quickly. Firmly. “She’s not my daughter—she’s my niece.”
“Then you have a beautiful niece,” she amended.
He looked at the child in question and felt a familiar tug in the vicinity of his heart. “Yeah, she is kinda cute.”
Tessa lifted her arms, a wordless request.
Liam glanced at his watch and tried to remember if Kate had told him when she expected to be finished in court. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tessa’s arms drop back down and her lower lip thrust forward in a pout.
He sighed and reached for her. “I’m conducting an interview here,” he said, as he settled his niece on his hip. “So let’s try to keep things professional, okay?”
She responded by leaning forward and pressing her puckered lips to his cheek.
“Not really a good start,” he noted dryly.
But his potential innkeeper smiled, clearly charmed by the little girl.
“And if your diaper needs changing, that’s going to have to wait until your mom gets back,” he warned his niece.
“You don’t do diapers?” Macy guessed.
“Not if I can help it. And Kate promised she’d be back from court before Tessa woke up so that I wouldn’t have to.”
“Either Kate was delayed or Tessa woke up early—maybe because she was wet,” she suggested. “Did your sister leave a diaper bag?”
“If you can call something that would likely be tagged ‘oversized’ by an airport luggage handler a bag,” he remarked, gesturing to the multipocketed behemoth.
Macy reached for the bag and, after rifling through its contents, pulled out a change pad, clean diaper and package of wipes, which she set on the table in front of him.
Still, Liam hesitated. “I’m sure she can wait until we’ve finished our interview.”
“Maybe she can, but she shouldn’t have to be uncomfortable,” Macy said. “I can step out of the room, if you want privacy.”
“Do you have much experience with babies and diapers?”
The corners of her mouth tipped up again. “Some.”
He unfolded the changing pad and laid his niece on top of it. “Then you should probably stay, because I might need some pointers—or an extra set of hands,” he said, as Tessa started to roll away from him.
While Macy seemed willing and able to help, he managed to unsnap his niece’s corduroy overalls with one hand and hold her in place with the other.
“Give me some specific examples of guest complaints you’ve heard and tell me how you dealt with them,” he suggested, as he pulled a wipe from the dispenser.
Macy shared anecdotes from her work experience while also jiggling a plastic ring of colorful keys she’d found in the diaper bag to hold the little girl’s attention while he focused on changing the diaper.
Her stories proved that she was creative and clever, and by the time he’d slid the clean diaper under his niece’s bottom, he didn’t doubt that the Courtland Hotel had been sorry to lose her when she left Las Vegas.
“Usually I fasten the diaper tabs before I do up the pants,” she remarked, as he began to pinch the snaps