“I can figure out the software,” he said.
“Okay.” I looked to the doors, praying a guest would walk inside so the two of us weren’t alone. So we didn’t have to talk about Jasper.
“What’s Jasper going to do now that Foster is retiring?” Mateo asked.
I shrugged. “He’s not sure yet.” Or maybe he had a plan. Mateo’s guess was as good as mine.
It had been a week since Foster’s retirement had been announced, and if Jasper was sure of his next steps, he hadn’t shared them with me. Why would he? We only had a couple more weeks to go until the wedding, then I’d no longer be his fake wife.
I was trying my very best not to let that chafe.
Just like I was trying my very best to not think about what July would bring.
Divorce.
Dread had become a constant companion these past couple of weeks. It was as unwelcome as it was troubling. Wasn’t I supposed to be looking forward to this divorce? To having my normal life back? To righting the wrong I’d made in Las Vegas?
This marriage had to end. Jasper and I weren’t in love. This wasn’t some fairy tale. Yet the idea of watching him leave made my heart sink.
“How’s it going with Jasper?” Mateo asked. “Be honest.”
“Good.” Not great, but good.
Good enough.
When Jasper and I were at the A-frame, when the rest of the world was a blur beyond the bedroom, it was easy. But the other twenty hours of every day were a bit more difficult.
Prying anything but orgasms out of that man was impossible.
I still didn’t know anything about his family. He never asked about mine. I had no clue what had happened with his ex-wife and why this wedding was so important.
Was I just a tool to spite her? Or did he still love her? When the officiant asked if anyone objected to the marriage, would Jasper raise his hand?
Either way, I doubted I’d like any of the answers to those questions. My curiosity was crippling, but I refused to ask.
Mateo glanced around the lobby, making sure we were alone.
Unfortunately, we were. Why was it that whenever I wanted a quiet minute alone at the hotel, I’d be swamped, but when I needed someone, anyone, to provide a distraction, the lobby was as silent as a grave?
“You should know . . . Mom and Dad are worried.”
My stomach pitched. It shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. “Why? I’m fine.”
“They don’t like Jasper.”
I winced. “Ouch. That’s pretty severe, don’t you think?”
“Is it? Come on, Eloise. Put yourself in their shoes. Their youngest daughter goes to Las Vegas for a weekend and comes home married, which she then hides for a month. The truth finally comes out, and when they attempt to get to know their new son-in-law, he blows them off.”
“Jasper came to dinner.”
Mateo arched an eyebrow. “And wanted to be anywhere else. That was the most awkward dinner that table has seen in years.”
“Give him a break, Mateo. We’re a lot as a group. Not everyone adjusts to the Eden chaos immediately.” It was a flimsy deflection. That dinner had been awful.
No surprise, Mom and Dad hadn’t bothered with another invitation this past month. We certainly hadn’t made any attempts to visit them either.
“I don’t want them to be worried.” I sighed. Soon, this would all go away.
“Well, they are. They’re worried Jasper is taking advantage of you.”
“He’s not.”
“Are you sure? Where’s he from? What’s his family like? How is he going to support you now that Foster is retiring?”
“I can support myself, thank you very much.”
I had no idea what Jasper’s monetary situation was but it wasn’t my business. But I doubted he was broke. He’d bought the A-frame. He’d bought the diamond ring on my finger. Nothing about him struck me as a man seeking his wife’s paycheck.
“So he’s counting on you to support you both?”
“What the hell is with this interrogation?” I snapped.
“You’re my sister, Eloise.” Mateo’s voice gentled. The concern in his face nearly broke me.
For a split second, I wanted to confess it all. To tell him the truth about Jasper. But I kept my mouth shut.
Admitting the lie felt impossible. This hole I’d dug for myself just kept getting deeper. If I told them the whole story, they’d resent me.
But if I stayed quiet, then I was letting them resent Jasper instead.
Ironic, that I’d told him I didn’t want my family to hate him when this was over. But I’d made that impossible, hadn’t I? By keeping this secret, it was never going to end peacefully.
Stupid Eloise.
Shame, disgust crept beneath my skin, making me shiver.
“He’s a good man.” I believed it to my very soul.
“Okay.” Mateo held up his hands, dropping this topic. “I’m going to run to Lyla’s for coffee. Want anything?”
I shook my head. “No, thanks.”
“See you in a minute.” As Mateo strode across the lobby, I sat frozen, my heart racing as I replayed that conversation.
Mom and Dad were worried. How worried?
Jasper and I had stayed together in an effort to prove I was responsible enough to take over this hotel. But if they didn’t like Jasper, if they thought he was taking advantage, or that maybe he wanted a slice of the Eden fortune, would that change everything?
What if I’d ruined this after all? What if they wouldn’t let me have the hotel because I was still married?
“What a mess.” A headache bloomed behind my temples. Why did we have to get married? If I had a time machine, I’d go back to that night and change everything. Wouldn’t I?
“Just a couple more weeks.” A couple more weeks until I could make this right. A couple more weeks with Jasper.
The countdown should have eased my headache.
It only seemed to make the pain worse.
The lobby doors opened but it wasn’t a guest who came inside. It was Mom.
I sat straighter, forcing a bright smile. “Hey, Mom.”
“Hi, sweetheart.” She rounded the counter, kissing my cheek. “How are you today?”
“Oh, fine. Busy. You know how it gets in the summer.” There wasn’t a single vacancy until September, and we’d been running at full capacity since Memorial Day.
I loved tourist season, when fresh faces flooded the sidewalks of my hometown, when people got to experience the enchantment of Quincy. Normally, I’d spend as much time as possible at The Eloise, not only to care for guests but to soak in their energy. But this year, more often than not, I found myself itching to leave each evening. To return to the cabin and get lost in Jasper for the night.
As soon as Mateo returned from Eden Coffee, I’d be out the door.
“I’m glad Mateo is here to help,” I told Mom.
“I’m glad he’s here too.” Her eyes softened. Mom was in heaven now that all six of her children were at home. Add to that her grandkids and it was rare I saw her without a smile these days.
“How’s, um . . . Jasper?” Her smile dimmed. I doubted she even knew it was happening, but it hurt.
Not that I blamed her. This was all my fault.