Val looked down at herself, feeling embarrassed for the first time. “This, I, uh . . .”

Well, that sounded intelligent, she thought.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you . . .” He stretched out his hand and seemed to be waiting for something.

“Her name’s Valerie,” Reggie piped up.

She stepped closer to the motel and out of the way of two young boys riding skateboards.

They stared at her lack of clothes with wide eyes as they passed by.

At least they don’t have a camera, too, she thought.

“Valerie,” the man continued. Then she found that she was shaking his hand, finding it as strangely warm and comforting as his smile. “I am Bartholomew Barlow. I look after the

Paradise Inn.”

She nodded stiffly. “About the job. I don’t really know—”

“My former employee unfortunately has left us. With no notice. I’ve had to manage on my own for several weeks, and I fear I’m too old, too tired, to continue without assistance. Your help would be greatly appreciated.”

Reggie nodded. “Lisa was gorgeous, too. Didn’t even say good-bye before she took off.”

Mr. Barlow finally let go of Val’s hand and she felt oddly bereft. “I’m not sure I’m what you’re looking for.”

“Nonsense. You’ll do just fine. Though, I’m afraid I’m unable to pay very much. This isn’t the busy time of year around here. At the moment we only have a few tenants.”

“I live here permanently,” Reggie added. “Barlow cut me a great deal. Until Claire lets me move in with her, that is.”

Barlow turned his gaze to the other man. “Speaking of deals. I believe you are behind on your rent.”

Reggie glanced at his wristwatch and tapped it with his index finger. “Will you look at the time? I have somewhere I need to be. Nice meeting you, Valerie.”