She fluttered her hands in the air. “Oh, nothing. Sorry I can’t talk now. I have to get to work.”

“It’s okay. I know the boss.” He grabbed hold of her arm. “You can be a few minutes late. Now tell me what’s wrong with that woman. Did someone from the hotel bother her?”

“From the hotel? Oh, no. Absolutely not.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I swear it. She just had a…a little disagreement with her new husband. I saw her crying and I tried to comfort her.”

“That’s it?” Logan glanced in the direction the woman had gone, then back at Grace. “Is she all right?”

“I think she’ll be fine,” Grace said.

“Good,” he murmured. “That’s good. I don’t like to see my guests crying in the lobby.”

She nodded earnestly. “I can see how that would be a problem. But she’s okay, I promise. Now I’d better get to work.”

“Fine.” Logan watched her walk all the way across the lobby and into the lounge. No doubt about it, the woman had a world-class backside and he itched to get his hands on her. He wasn’t particularly happy about it because she was basically a pain in his neck. But as he walked back to his office, he resolved to seduce her as soon as possible. And then he’d kick her off his island.

“Six piña coladas, Joey,” Grace said, and wished she could sit down and rub her feet. Anyone who ever thought waitressing was an easy job should be forced to do it for a week wearing high heels.

“Coming up, Gracie girl,” Joey said.

She smiled at her coworkers’ nickname for her. Nobody had ever called her Gracie until she arrived in Alleria. She liked it. She’d never thought much about it before, but back home, everyone took her so seriously. A few people called her Grace, but usually she was addressed as Doctor Farrell. Even by her parents, who were completely intimidated by her title and her intelligence. Nobody here called her Doctor Farrell, thank goodness. They had no idea she had four PhD’s and would probably laugh their butts off if they found out.