Loving Reese (Tremont Lodge Series Book 2) Read Free Page B

and me at the party after dinner. Hey, aren’t you supposed to be working now?”
    I tug up the dress and slip into my sandals. “I kind of walked away from the rec department today. There was a little…mishap.”
    “Well, don’t you go letting that jerk Jeremy give you a hard time. You’re Oakley’s blood. Ain’t nothing going to break that bond.” Sure, only there was never a bond to break anyway because he forgot he ever had me until I showed up on his doorstep with my mother when I was five, and look where that web of lies tangled itself.
    “See you later, Tinley. Thanks.” I wave goodbye and walk down the stairs toward the staff courtyard before crossing over to the lawn. When I turn the corner, I practically bump into Anthony, the groom-to-be, who is carting one too many suitcases all by himself. “Do you need a hand?” I ask, feeling sorry for the guy.
    “Oh, um…yeah, sure. That’d be great.” He sets down one of the bags.
    “I’m Reese,” I say.” He looks confused. “The girl from the lobby who helped you get the room you’re heading to now.”
    A surprised look crosses his face. “Oh, you look, uh—you look different—I mean that as a compliment.” He shakes his head from side to side. “I am such an idiot.”
    I’m not used to guys being embarrassed around me, but it’s kind of cute. “No, you’re fine. I hope this is a step up from my navy blue suit.” I laugh, and he relaxes his shoulders. “So, I’ll show you to your room. It’s in the next building over there.” I point to building A, and he follows me up the stairs. We pass Finn’s room on our left. Two doors down I set down the bag I’m carrying and motion for Anthony to open the door. “I really think you’re going to like it over here. It’s a fun, relaxing vibe,” I say.
    “I’d love to be staying here. Relaxation is exactly what I’d prescribe myself.”
    “I don’t understand,” I say, following him into the room.
    “Oh, I’m a doctor, so, you know, the whole prescribing….”
    “No, I mean, I thought you were staying here.”
    “I wish, but for some unknown reason to me, Sam is insisting that she wants to stay at the dormitory, which is truly counter to everything she loves, like soaking in the hot tub or getting a facial at the spa. But if it makes her happy to separate herself from the rest of our guests by staying here, then I’ll sacrifice my state of mind for her.” He smiles and sets his bag on the desk at the end of the bed.
    The weight of my fears pounds against my chest. Samantha is bunking two doors away from Finn—on purpose. Does he know? Does he care? Does it matter?  “I…I have to go, Anthony. Please tell Samantha if she needs anything, to…to call the front desk. I’ll see you both tomorrow afternoon at the wedding planning meeting.” I slip past him and nearly trip over my feet as I run down the back stairs and toward the lawn where I very much hope that I will not run into Samantha again.
    Finn is walking toward the recreation department office, and I run to catch up with him before he has a chance to talk to Bobby and learn about my afternoon. “Hi, stranger,” I say, grabbing hold of Finn’s waist and spinning him around to face me.
    “Reese! You got off work early. That’s awesome.” I just smile. He reaches down and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. I try not to read into it, though Finn has never been one to shy away from PDA. “Let me take my guitar back to my room and change. Then we can grab some dinner.”
    “Uh, can’t you take your guitar up the mountain with you? I’m starving.”
    “I can do that, but it’s hotter than hell out here, and I really need to shower.”
    “You look fine,” I say, trying to keep him as far away from the dormitory right now as possible.
    He looks at me oddly. “You’re acting weird,” he says. “I’ll be done in ten minutes. It doesn’t take me hours like you and Tinley.”
    I slug Finn on the arm. “Hey, not