Early to Bed?. Cara Summers

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      LILY HAD NEVER SEEN ANYTHING quite like the penthouse suite before. It had been built on one half of the roof of the hotel, and it spread out on two levels, a lower one that served as a roomy sitting area and an upper level that contained a kitchen and dining space. The most spectacular part was the glass wall that framed a panoramic view of the Manhattan skyline. Even in the rain, the city was mesmerizing. In her mind, she pictured tables lined up against the glass, snowy white tablecloths, the gleam of silver.

      “Perfect.” There was no other word for it. Turning to Lucy, she said, “Why isn’t this space being used? Why isn’t it booked all the time?”

      “We’ve never offered it to guests,” Lucy explained as she stepped down into the sitting area. “My Uncle Henry built this place for Isabelle Sheridan, the woman he loved. They were a classic case of star-crossed lovers. She ran a very important investment company in Boston, and her family was socially prominent. They would have looked down on my uncle—to put it mildly. And running this hotel was his life. He could never have given it up and moved to Boston. She couldn’t turn her back on her family and her company and move here.”

      “They never married?”

      Lucy shook her head. “They used this place whenever they could for twenty years. Isn’t that romantic?”

      “Yes.” Lily let her gaze move around the suite again. What would it be like to have someone love you enough to build a space like this? She noted the comfortable-looking sofas, the antiques, and the framed photos on tables and along a mantel. Curious, she joined Lucy on the lower level and picked up a large framed photo. Four handsome men, their arms linked around each others’ shoulders, stared back at her.

      You have a lover in your future—tall, dark…Even as Dame Vera’s words slipped into her mind, Lily’s gaze was drawn to the tallest of the four men, and she had the strangest sensation of…what? Surely not recognition. She’d never met any of the men in the picture. Still, there was something about the tall one…not merely his looks, she thought. All four of them would draw a woman’s eyes. And it couldn’t be merely the smile—because they were all grinning at her.

      No. He was not the lover Dame Vera had been talking about. It was ridiculous to believe that the retired actress had any kind of power for seeing into the future. Besides, Lily McNeil wasn’t in the market for a lover. She’d never had a talent for attracting men that way, and she didn’t need any more failures right now. She had to focus on the job she’d come to do.

      But she couldn’t seem to drag her gaze away from the man. His smile made her feel that they were sharing some private joke. And she thought of her phone conversations with Anthony Romano. She’d felt a similar sense of connection then.

      “Those are the Romano men,” Lucy said. “Grace and I weren’t allowed in that picture. That was the day that they won the basketball tournament with the Murphys, and the testosterone was running high. Whenever that happens, they get just a little chauvinistic.” She swept a hand out. “And they don’t think of this place as romantic at all. Tony and Nick think that Uncle Henry was a fool to settle for half a loaf. None of them liked Isabelle Sheridan. They thought she was a snob. But my sister Grace and I think it’s great that she and my Uncle Henry found some way to be together. When I first saw the movie Titanic, I thought of my uncle—falling in love with someone out of his social class. Soooo romantic.”

      And potentially heartbreaking, Lily thought. It took a great deal of courage to reach out and grab that kind of love. A tiny shiver ran up her spine as she realized that she’d nearly echoed Dame Vera’s words again. Even as she tried to shake off the thought, she realized that she was still staring at the tall man in the photo. She had to focus.

      Setting the picture down, she forced herself to glance around the room again. It appeared that nothing had been changed since the two lovers had occupied it. “Does your family use this place often?”

      “No,” Lucy said and then she grinned. “Not until a year ago when my brother got married. Now he and his wife stay here when they visit from Boston. And Sam brought his wife, A.J., here one night—before they were married—and they got engaged the next day. My sister Grace thinks the place has the power to make true love happen.”

      “I was thinking it has the power to make the hotel a lot of money. With that view, this place could be turned into a restaurant that offers intimate fireside dining during the winter and al fresco dining during the summer months. It’s a sin to let it go to waste like this.”

      “That’s exactly what I’ve been telling Tony,” Lucy said. “I even designed a menu.”

      When Lily glanced at her curiously, she hurried on. “The minute I graduate from college, I’m going to a culinary school. Tony lets me create specials for the restaurant, and he’s incorporated several of them into the regular menu. But the family wants me to get a degree like Grace and my brother Nick did.” She wrinkled her nose. “That way I’ll have something to fall back on if being a chef doesn’t work out. But I don’t see the point. I’ve known what I wanted to be since I was ten.”

      “That’s when I decided what I wanted to be too,” Lily said.

      “Really?”

      “Yes.” She hadn’t let herself think of that day for a very long time.

      “Did your family encourage you?” Lucy asked.

      “No.” It still hurt to recall what had happened when she’d worked up the nerve to march into her father’s office to tell him. It had been one of the few times in the years after her mother’s death when he’d worked at home. Her nanny had orders to keep her out in the garden, but she’d slipped away because she’d wanted so much to spend СКАЧАТЬ