was not jealous of the woman. She was just tired and irritated.
Besides, what was the use of telling him of her problems? The woman had already said that there were no rooms available.
She scribbled her number on a pad and gave it to the woman. “Thanks. I appreciate it,” she murmured, silently praying that there would be a room available soon.
“No problem,” the woman said. “There’s a café around the corner you can eat at as you wait for your room.”
“Thanks,” she murmured, hating the fact that now Landen knew she didn’t have a room yet. It seemed like the ultimate humiliation.
She reached for her bag, but he beat her to it. He straightened and looked at her expectantly.
Irritated, but not having the energy to argue, she began walking towards the café the woman had suggested.
It was going to be a long four hours , she thought miserably to herself as they silently walked the red carpeted floors.
Hopefully it wouldn’t take Landen the whole fours hours to leave. Perhaps if she didn’t talk, he would get the message and leave.
“How was your flight?” he asked casually as they turned a corner.
She winced at his words. It felt like taunting. He had to have known how long her flight had been, considering he’d done the same to get here.
Or maybe not.
She doubted billionaires booked connecting flights to save a little money.
Frustrated and tired, she turned. “What are you doing here?” she snapped at him. Why torment her with his devilishly good looks when all she wanted to do was sleep? Preferably, in a large cotton bed and possibly, forever.
His eyebrows rose. “Can’t a grandson say goodbye to his grandfather?”
She gasped, horror and guilt filling her as she remembered why she was in Hawaii in the first place.
“I’m so sorry,” she quickly blurted, feeling horrible with herself. What was the matter with her? Why hadn’t she been thinking?
Why else would he be in the same hotel as her?
“I didn’t think you’d be interested in coming or I would’ve invited you.”
She felt horrible, but how was she to have known that he would want to come?
She would’ve felt stupid inviting him all the way to Hawaii to scatter the remains of a person he had never met.
But looking back, she knew that she should’ve at least invited him. She shouldn’t have taken it upon herself to make the decision for him.
He shrugged. “I didn’t think I would have the time with work and all.”
Nodding blankly, she remembered his stature as a businessman. With all the companies that he controlled, she knew that he had to be a pretty busy person.
The newspaper clippings his grandfather had shown her had mentioned that he was in everything from oil mines to copper. He was probably one of those businessmen who never had a moment’s peace and yet here he was trying to be a good grandson.
She smiled apologetically. “I would say that I would invite you in the future, but I’m hoping that I never have to do something like this again.”
He nodded. “No more funerals is fine with me as well.”
She smiled and they quickly fell into silence as they continued walking. After a while, he leaned in and her heartbeat quickened as she found herself gravitating towards him.
“Problem with your room?”
She winced. “They said that it won’t be available until three.” Four long hours. She hoped American coffee was strong.
“You can stay in my room if you want,” he offered.
She stopped and turned to him, surprised. “That’s-”
“It has two bedrooms with separate restrooms,” he quickly said.
Hesitant, she chewed her bottom lip. It was incredibly nice of him to offer and it would be rude to decline, especially after he had said that there were two separate rooms. And she was so tired.
The thought of a comfortable bed to lie down in was too tempting. It was like offering a buffet of hot dishes to someone who hadn’t eaten for a week.
“Okay,” she quickly said before she changed