A Proposal Worth Millions. Sophie Pembroke

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СКАЧАТЬ hope she would. It would be the easy way out—but since when had Sadie ever taken that?

      She shook her head. ‘Sorry. This is personal for me. I made a commitment to make this hotel a success. For Adem.’

      ‘I guessed you’d say that. Don’t suppose you’d consider changing the name either?’

      ‘No,’ she said, giving him a curious look. ‘Why? What’s wrong with the name it has?’

      ‘No reason.’ She stared and waited. He sighed. He should have known that wasn’t a good enough answer for her. ‘I had a bad experience at an Azure Hotel once.’

      Her wide grin made the admission worthwhile. ‘Let me guess. Some woman’s poor husband showed up at the wrong moment?’

      Of course that’s what she would think. And, really, who could blame her? ‘You know me.’ But not all his secrets—which was probably for the best. For both of them.

      ‘Okay, so if we’re not going to knock this place down, what do I need to show you to convince you we’re worth your time, money and effort?’

      Honestly, he could probably make the decision based purely on the numbers. But that would have him flying back to Sydney tomorrow, instead of spending time with Sadie. He had to give her a real chance to convince him.

      ‘Here’s my proposal. I want a proper tour of the hotel. Then I need to see the local area—get a feel for the economy and tourist potential. Numbers are all well and good, but you need to visit a place to get a real feeling for it.’ All true, up to a point. ‘Then we’ll sit down together and see if I can help you save this place.’

      She nodded. ‘Okay. Do you want me to set you up with the local tour company we use?’

      Where would be the fun in that? ‘No. I think this will work much better if you show me yourself.’ Not to mention give him a clearer idea of how Sadie was really coping after her husband’s death. Multitasking was the key to any successful business, after all.

      Sadie nodded her agreement, and Dylan sat back to anticipate dessert, hoping his smile wasn’t too smug. Everything was going to plan.

      * * *

      After a restless night, full of dreams that were half memory, half fantasy, Sadie met Dylan in the lobby the next morning, dressed in her best black suit and determined to impress with her business skills. His proposal had been more than fair. Neal must have told him what dire straits they were in at the Azure, but still Dylan had agreed to spend time on the ground, studying and evaluating everything himself, before he made his decision.

      Sadie suspected that had more to do with friendship than good business sense. Still, he’d made it very clear over dinner what he needed from her—professionalism—and she intended to give it to him in spades.

      Except Dylan, when he arrived, was dressed in light trousers and a pale blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, sunglasses tucked in his pocket, making her feel instantly overdressed—even though she was the one who was appropriately attired. How does he always manage that?

      ‘Right, let’s get going,’ he said, as he approached. ‘Lots to see today!’

      ‘Before we start our tour,’ she said, stalling him, ‘I realised there was something I forgot to show you yesterday, and I’d hate you to miss it.’

      Striding across the lobby, she led him to the windows at the far side of the elevators. Dylan wasn’t the sort to stop and sniff the roses, unless someone reminded him to, and she couldn’t have him missing the most magnificent thing about the Azure, just because he forgot to look.

      ‘Oh, really? What’s that?’ Dylan asked, following, his eyes on the screen of his smartphone.

      ‘Our view.’ Sadie stared out across the bright blue waters, the sea almost the same colour as the sky, white foam echoing the wispy clouds overhead. They were high enough to see for miles, out along the coast and out to sea. Her heart tightened the way it always did when she looked out over the water and coast beyond the Azure. Whatever had happened here, she was lucky to have had the chance to live in such a beautiful country. She had to remember that.

      ‘There’s a path from the back door that leads straight down to the beach,’ she murmured, but Dylan’s eyes remained fixed on the view, just as she’d known they would.

      It was this view that Adem had used to convince her, back when buying a crumbling hotel had just been a pipe dream.

      Look at it, he’d said. Who wouldn’t want to be here?

      And in that moment she hadn’t been able to imagine anywhere she’d rather be than in the Azure Hotel, making Adem’s dreams a reality.

      Dylan looked similarly entranced, his phone forgotten in his hand. Sadie allowed herself a small smile. Perhaps this would be easier than she’d thought.

      ‘Of course, the view would still be there, even if you knocked this old place down and rebuilt it,’ he said, turning his back on the view, but his tone told her he was joking. Mostly. ‘You could put in a whole glass wall in the lobby, and rooms with a sea view could have folding glass doors and balconies. Really make the most of the asset—and change the name while you’re at it...’

      Sadie rolled her eyes. Some woman—or her husband—had really done a number on him in an Azure Hotel, hadn’t she? Funny that Adem or Neal had never told her that story, when they’d shared so many others.

      Was that why he couldn’t see it? The romance of this place? This old building was more than just its stones and its view. It was the heart of the place.

      ‘Time for the rest of our tour, then. But I want you to remember—this is all business.’ Sure, he’d said it himself the night before, but it couldn’t hurt to hammer the point home. ‘I want you to treat me and the Azure like you would any other business proposition. We’re here to impress you, our client. So, what do you want to see first?’

      ‘I’m the client, huh? My wish is your command. Sounds good.’ Giving her a lopsided smile, Dylan stared around him, obviously thinking. ‘Let’s start with the bedrooms.’

      ‘The suites? Or the luxury doubles?’ Which would be best? He’d already seen the best suite in the place—he was staying in it. So maybe the doubles...

      ‘The uninhabitable ones,’ Dylan said, cutting short any hopes of impressing him that morning. Sadie silently cursed her loose tongue over dinner. It had to be the fault of the wine.

      ‘Right this way,’ she said, her smile fading the moment she turned away to press the ‘Call Lift’ button.

      * * *

      The bedrooms were worse than she remembered. A lot worse.

      ‘Lot of work needed here,’ Dylan said, winning the prize for understatement of the year. Sadie sighed as she took in the broken tiles, missing bed, ripped wallpaper and strange black marks on the carpetless floor.

      ‘Yes,’ she agreed. ‘And a lot of money to do it.’ If there were anything guaranteed to send Dylan running...and she’d brought him straight there. Why had she even given him the choice?

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