What Janie Wants Read Free

the answers always came. “I’ve been photographing women for seven years and made a good living doing it. I know sexy when I see it.”
    She jerked back and blinked several times. “Well, I…Thank you.”
    “ You’re welcome. Now are you going to head to the Dreamweaver suite and take advantage of the only private cove in Playa del Carmen? Or are you going to let a pesky clothing detail herd you into one of the vanilla resorts?”
    Her lips pressed into a tight line, but twitched at one corner. She huffed out a resigned-sounding breath. “Seeing as how your manhood is at stake, and you’ve so graciously outlined the benefits of this resort, it seems I’d be foolish not to give it a try.”
    “ Excellent. Then say you’ll meet me at the pool for your first cocktail too.”
    “ I think that’s pushing it.” Yep. The one-raised-eyebrow glare was a killer.
    No ring on her finger, so that was promising. He’d still have to get past the young man thing. Kinda made him feel like he should be in knee breeches. “Just offering you the benefit of a well-seasoned traveler in Mexico.”
    She smirked and hefted her bags higher on each shoulder. “Your uncle’s right. Your swagger might be wounded, but your suave is just fine.” She glanced at Arlo bustling behind the check-in desk. “You’ll let him know?”
    “ Anything for a valued guest.” He motioned down the empty hallway. “Go get settled. Read the rest of the stuff in the folder and let me know if you see something you want to do. I’m usually around.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Sometimes I’m at the beach, though.”
    “ Ugh.” She tapped him on the shoulder and cast an exasperated scowl at him as she took off down the hall. “Suave indeed.”
    God he’d missed that. Giving a beautiful woman who didn’t realize she was beautiful a different lens to see herself through. Hands down, it had been the best part of his work. And then he’d gone and screwed it up.
    He hobbled to Arlo and the new set of guests gathered round the registration desk. He’d figure out what to do with his business. That’s what he’d come here for. And while he was at it, he’d spend a little extra time making sure Janie McAlister saw how amazing she was.

Non-compete covenant. For a period of two years after the effective date of this Agreement, Zade Painel will not directly or indirectly engage in any business that competes with Boudoir International. This covenant shall apply to the geographical area that includes the state of Texas.
     
    Damned legalese. Zade flipped the page on the contract hard enough, it nearly ripped free of the staple at the corner.
    “ You’re looking too hard.” Arlo set a neon yellow tumbler full of fresh-squeezed orange juice in front of Zade and swiped a worn dishrag across the bar. “Dahlia told you you’d find the answer when it was time. And what are you doing up this early, anyway? You never leave the bungalow before eleven.”
    With the shade of the thatched poolside bar and the steady ocean breeze, the mid-morning climate wasn’t bad. Under Mexico’s direct sun in August, anything past nine was a challenge. “I was inspired to catch the sunrise?”
    Arlo huffed and hunkered over his daily inventory clipboard. “More like angling for another round with Ms. McAlister.”
    “ Since when do you use last names with the guests? Her name’s Janie.”
    “ Janie, is it?”
    Zade laughed and chucked a wadded up cocktail napkin at his uncle. “If you knew what got me up so early, why’d you ask?”
    “ Got you out of scowling at your contract, didn’t it?”
    Well, hell. For a scrawny guy without a lick of experience with kids, Arlo was a pretty sly dude. “So, did she show for breakfast?”
    Arlo lifted his head only enough to meet Zade’s gaze from under his sternly pinched eyebrows. “You should watch yourself with her. Your aunt says she’s been through a rough time and came here to find herself, not end up twisted into