Page 27 of Serving my Dragon
“I tried.” Juan grimaced. “Was told to get out or he’d call security.”
An honest worker. How rare.
Kayleigh glanced at the hotel and then my uncle. “I wonder if he’ll talk to me.”
“He won’t tell you nothing. Man is too straight,” a disgruntled Juan muttered.
“That’s what I’m counting on.” Kayleigh undid a button on her blouse and then untucked it from her shorts before tying it in a knot at her midriff.
I arched a brow. “Going to use your feminine wiles?”
Her dimple appeared. “Going to try. Here’s to hoping he likes curves.”
I sure as heck did. I stared at the sway of her round bottom as she went inside and Juan whistled.
“You’ve found yourself a fine one.”
“Agreed, but it won’t go anywhere.”
“Why not?”
“She’s going back to America soon as she can figure out how.”
Although, she’d not been trying very hard. I’d offered to arrange transportation to the embassy, but she’d declined saying she didn’t want to waste her time.
“Sounds as if she likes it here.”
“She does, but her life is in the USA.”
“People move.”
“Says the man living only blocks from where he grew up.”
“Some people relocate. I had everything I ever needed right here.”
“Her friends are in Ohio.”
“There are these revolutionary things called phones and email and planes, you know, for keeping in touch and visiting.”
I glanced at my uncle. “Since when do you matchmake?”
“Me? Never,” he huffed. “But I’d hate to see you miss out like I did.” A low reminder that he’d been in love once when he was a young man with a woman who’d come here to work for a few months as a nanny. He’d always regretted not asking her to stay or even making an attempt to visit.
“We’ve not known each other long enough to make that kind of decision,” I muttered.
“Cobarde.”
“I am not a coward,” I huffed. “And my love life is none of your business.”
“Fine, we will change the subject. There is something very odd about Kayleigh’s situation. Did you know the police have no record of you calling?”
“Impossible. I called several times.”
“And yet none of those calls appear in their system.”
“How would you know?”
My sly uncle shrugged. “I have friends who poked around for me.”
