The Wedding Invite (Lakeview) (Lakeview Contemporary Romance Book 6) Read Free Page B

business inside out, having worked in the leisure industry from an early age and it had been his dream to set up shop in his beloved hometown.
    But it had been a difficult first year.
    The Mode features writer was still talking on the other end of the telephone.
    “I’m just getting participants finalised at the moment,” Fidelma was saying, “and we’ll also need some background info on the centre. So could I contact you again at a later date to arrange the interview? And just so we won’t take up too much of your time, we should probably do the photoshoot then too.”
    “Sure, just give me plenty of notice, things can get a little hectic around here,” Nicola said, not particularly looking forward to the photo shoot.
    “Okay, I’ll talk to you in a couple of weeks, and we’ll arrange a date between us. Thanks again.”
    “Thank you too.” Nicola rang off, and sat back in her seat and smiled. The day was beginning to improve.
    She was just about to try Ken’s office extension to let him know about the feature, when he appeared in the doorway.
    “Ms Peters, all these half-days just aren’t good enough, I’m afraid,” he said, without preamble.
    “Well I’m very sorry, Mr Harris, but I do recall telling you that I had an important appointment this morning.”
    “That’s not the point. We need you here – I need you here.”
    “Oh, really?” she said, brazenly. “I thought you were more than capable of running things when I’m not around, Mr Harris.”
    “Well, you thought wrong.” Nicola grinned as he came round her desk and planted a kiss lightly on her forehead. “I can’t cope without you.”
    “Saddo,” she teased.
    “So how did it go with Dr Kelly?” he asked, crouching down alongside her.
    “Fine.”
    Ken’s eyes widened. “Just fine? Did you tell him about the tiredness?”
    She shrugged. “He reckons it’s nothing to worry about, but my blood pressure is still too high, and I need to get more exercise.”
    “Didn’t I tell you should give the swimming a go?” he said gently. “Oh, and now that I think of it, the Greystones Wheelchair Association were enquiring about the Hydrotherapy Unit. Can you contact them about it? Organise some kind of a discount, maybe?”
    “Sounds promising,” she said straight back in business-mode. “I’ll give them a ring later.”
    “And I wondered what your thoughts might be on a Mother and Baby swimming morning?”
    Nicola grimaced. “Not so sure. It could be disadvantageous if we’re trying for exclusivity.” Some members brought their toddlers along to the swimming-pool, and didn’t pay as much attention to the children’s behaviour as the management and staff would have liked.
    “Well we have to do something, Nikki. The numbers aren’t coming through these last few months.”
    Lately, Ken was looking jaded and more than a little dishevelled. The other partners were probably giving him grief, she thought, although he would never admit to worrying about things like that. His dark hair, normally closely cropped, was beginning to curl just above his ears, and his chocolate-brown eyes –arguably his best feature – were today devoid of their trademark sparkle.
    “Well I might have just the thing for that,” she said, trying to put his mind at ease by outlining the upcoming advertising feature and how it should benefit the Motiv8 profile.
    As expected, Ken was pleased. “I knew I hired you for more than your looks!”
    “Ha.”
    When she and Ken had got together some months back, Nicola wasn’t sure at first whether or not she should continue working at the club. The two had known one other professionally for some time and had enjoyed an amiable, while not altogether friendly, association over the years. Nicola was only a few months into her manager’s job at Motiv8 when she and Ken had begun getting to know one another on a more intimate basis. Living close by, she was able to spend lots of time on site, especially in the early