Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Sorry,” I said, not wanting to be rude. “It’s from my boss.”
“First you’re planning to do extra homework over the break and now you’re getting messages from your boss on your day off?” Tori teased.
“Yeah. Except she’s kind of becoming a friend, too.”
“I thought she was hard on you,” Hailey said.
“She was, but she’s harder on herself.” I scanned her message. “Anyway, she’s on her way to that ski resort. You said Grant’s been there before, right Hailey?”
“Yes. He says it’s extremely ritzy, and coming from a guy raised with that kind of wealth, that was saying something.”
I frowned. I hoped that Zoe would get a chance to show what she could do and not just be treated like lowly staff. An attachment appeared under her message, loading slowly.
“Who’s the hottie?” Tori asked after I enlarged a picture.
“The culinary student she’s riding up with. He’s doing an internship there too.” I closed the picture, and I re-read her message. “She said he’s a grumpy bastard and if he kidnaps her, I should show that picture to the police.” Which I hoped was a joke.
“Let me see it again,” Tori said.
I opened the attachment again. It was of a good-looking guy with dark hair, but it was a bit hard to see. His face was partially turned away, as if Zoe had wanted to snap the picture without him knowing.
Tori stared at the screen for a long moment.
“Don’t you have enough handsome men at your disposal?” I teased.
“Look at this.” She shoved my phone toward Hailey.
And there was another long pause as Hailey squinted at the picture. Then her jaw dropped.
“It is, right?” Tori asked.
“What?” I asked.
Hailey nodded. “I had no idea he was a student, let alone at Langley.”
“Me either!”
“Who?” If someone didn’t start talking soon, they were going to wind up wearing a cinnamon-scented beverage.
Tori pushed the phone back. “Your boss is currently in a car with—and is going to spend the next month with—none other than our favorite internet cooking instructor.”
“What?”
“He’s the shirtless chef,” Hailey explained.
“What? No. Wait…” I opened the picture again. Squinted. And gasped.
Holy shit, they were right. Suddenly, Zoe’s internship looked a hell of a lot more interesting. Whatever she was getting herself into, I wished her luck.