Page 33 of Hibiscus Heights

She seemed vaguely familiar, but Deb saw many guests every day. She offered a polite nod.

“You’re Deb Whitaker, aren’t you?”

Deb turned, surprised. “Yes, I am.”

“I thought so.” The woman’s smile widened. “I saw the article about the Majestic in Coastal Design & Living. Your design work is quite impressive.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” A slight flush of pride filled her. “I’m sorry, have we met?”

The woman gave her an enigmatic smile. “Call me Kitty.”

Deb balked at the name. It couldn’t be, she thought. Yet, there was something about the woman that tugged at her memory. She’d met so many people here over the years.

Kitty leaned toward the mirror, brushing her thick silver hair into soft waves.

“Your hair is so lovely,” Deb said, continuing the polite conversation.

“It’s natural. I finally decided to embrace the inevitable.” Kitty’s eyes lingered on Deb with interest. “What I admire most is how you retained the original ambiance.”

Kitty’s engaging manner put Deb at ease. “Maintaining the character of a hotel so many people love was important. I wanted to honor the hotel’s history while bringing in modern comforts.”

“From what I’ve seen, you’ve succeeded admirably.” Kitty opened a compact and dabbed powder on her nose and cheeks. “What’s next after this?”

“This project has been all consuming, so I haven’t had a chance to line up my next engagement.” She didn’t count David’s clients.

After touching up her lipstick, Kitty dropped the golden tube into her purse. “The article mentioned you also work with high-end residences.”

“I’ve done a lot of work here on the island.”

Kitty raised an eyebrow. “I might have a project for you. Are you having lunch in the cafe today?”

When Deb hesitated, Kitty added, “You’re welcome to join us at our table. I’d love to hear more about your work.”

“That’s very kind, but I have work to do. I’m picking up a to-go order.”

“Of course, I understand.” Kitty tucked her compact away. “Is there a place in the hotel you might recommend for a glass of wine later today?”

“The Library Bar is exquisite,” Deb replied. “They have a wonderful selection, and the original mahogany bar is magnificent.” She was particularly proud of how that restoration turned out.

Kitty’s eyes brightened. “What a good idea. Why not join me at five today?”

Deb inclined her head, thinking about Duke. But this woman was the type she needed to meet for her business. Kitty seemed much more agreeable than the Hunts.

“I’ll see you then,” Deb replied, smiling.

Kitty beamed at her. “Wonderful. I look forward to it.”

Deb’s curiosity was piqued. As she headed toward the cafe to pick up her shrimp salad, Deb thought how meeting someone new who appreciated her work was just what she needed.

She lingered at the patio entry, taking care to avoid the man watching his sons on the beach from a table. Kelsey saw her and hurried to her with her order.

“I’ve already put it on your tab.”

“Did you add a tip?”

Kelsey made a face. “This one’s on me.”

Deb paused and whispered, “How’s the boys’ father?”

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