Page 10 of Easton Island: Old-Fashioned Christmas
Chapter 5
Morgan’s heart skipped a beat. Whoever had booked suites at Locke Pointe at the last minute had rattled the unflappable Ronni and cool-as-a-cucumber Greg.
Loud voices and then the tinkle of a woman’s laughter echoed from the front of the house. As Morgan drew closer, she recognized the gravelly male voice. She picked up the pace, reaching the grand foyer where Greg, David Wynn and a striking blonde woman, close to her own age, stood chatting.
David noticed her first, a wide beaming smile lighting his face. “Morgan.”
“Mr. Wynn…David.” Morgan’s smile matched his own. She offered him her hand. Instead, he gave her a warm hug, as if greeting an old friend. “You’re looking well.”
“Thank you, and I might say the same about you,” Morgan said. “What a wonderful surprise!”
“It was Harlow’s idea. After you weren’t able to make it to Mackinac Island when Brett visited, we’ve been tossing around the idea of coming to see you instead.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t make the trip. An unexpected issue came up at the last minute.”
“I understand. Like I said, Harlow also wanted to see Locke Pointe.” David Wynn, with a look of both adoration and pride, slid to the side. “Morgan Easton, please meet my daughter, Harlow.”
The woman stepped forward, extending her hand, with a gracious yet guarded smile on her face. “Dad speaks highly ofyou. We had a few down days before the holidays and started talking about the plans for Wynn Harbor Inn. He’s told me all about Locke Pointe, and I suggested we book a night so I could see it for myself.”
Morgan shook her hand, finding her grip firm, assured, the grip of someone who knew who they were. “Welcome to Locke Pointe.”
“Thank you.” Harlow released her hand and spun in a slow circle. “I have to say Dad described this place almost to a ‘t.’ First impressions are it’s charming and elegant…or should I say upscale, yet welcoming.”
“Which is precisely the feeling we’ve worked so hard to create. Most of what you see is original from when my grandparents were alive, right down to the pictures on the walls.” Morgan shifted her feet. “Greg can show you to your rooms. When you’re settled in, I would love to give you a tour.”
“If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Not at all.”
Greg caught Morgan’s eye, giving her a wide-eyed look of panic. “I would…uh…what suites are they in?”
“The Bluff Suite and Artist’s Retreat.”
“Got it.” Taking the short trek to the elevator, the trio disappeared inside.
As soon as the doors closed, Ronni placed a light hand on Morgan’s back, whisking her into the living room. “You had no idea Mr. Wynn was planning a visit?” she whispered.
“Nope. Not a clue.”
“I have to admit I feel a little…a lot…out of my league. We’ve never had a famous person stay with us before. What should we do?”
Morgan grinned. “Treat them the same way we treat every other guest who stays with us, like VIPs.”
“Right. Right. Do you think they’ll mind if we snap a few photos of them? I mean, think about how awesome of a publicity piece we could create, boasting about how Harlow Wynn stayed here.”
“I’m sure David won’t mind. We’ll play it by ear as far as Harlow is concerned.” Morgan excused herself to swing by the kitchen and let Tina know the new guests had arrived. “I found out why Ronni seemed out of sorts.”
“Why?”
“David and Harlow Wynn are here. They’re spending the night.”
Tina’s jaw dropped. “Here…under our roof?” she squeaked.
“Yes.”
“I hate to admit I’m starstruck, but I’m starstruck. What special dish should I make? What do famous people eat?” Tina flung the refrigerator door open, muttering under her breath.
Morgan calmly strolled over to the door and shut it. “You’ve already prepared the social hour’s appetizers.”
