Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Sadie nodded and made a note in her phone before asking Hawking, “Do you want me to forward any reservations she makes for activities to you?”
“No,” Hawking said. “Magnus is going to figure out how to use her keycard as a location device. Then, we should know where she is throughout her stay.” He glanced at Magnus after making the challenge.
“On it. I should be able to lock on her keycard. Sadie, will you do me a favor and choose a room for Celeste first thing in the morning?” Magnus asked.
“Of course. Do you want me to bring it to you when the keycard is matched to the room?” Sadie asked.
“If you could. I’ll bring it back to you by mid-morning so you can give it to her when she checks in,” Magnus told her.
“Magnus, I want that signal to show up on my phone,” Hawking stated.
“As head of security, right?” Caesar teased.
“Absolutely,” Hawking confirmed.
“Right.” Phoenix dragged out the word to imply doubt.
After almost setting Phoenix on fire with a pointed glare, Hawking turned to Magnus. “Let me read all the information on the drive.”
“Of course. Sit at that monitor,” he said, pointing, “and I’ll forward everything there. You can make copies of anything you need to remember and forward them to your mailbox here at Danger Bluff. However, I wouldn’t send anything through any other servers.”
Hawking nodded and sat before the computer to read and take careful notes on his phone. His big fingers made the process slow and arduous. When Sadie appeared at his elbow with a pad of paper and a pen, he nodded his thanks. She simply patted him on the shoulder and returned to sit next to her Daddy.
Rocco scooped her feet up into his lap and slipped off her sensible heels to massage her feet. She moaned in pleasure as he soothed her overworked muscles from filling in everywhere. The resort had only been open a week, so everyone was still exhausted at the end of each day.
Hawking wasn’t the only one on edge. They’d all been vigilant as guests had begun arriving.
Hawking knew the idea that Celeste could be his Little, just as Sadie had turned out to be Rocco’s, was farfetched. There was no way the mysterious Baldwin Kingsley could know that the scientist would be his match. Rocco and Sadie had just been a lucky coincidence.
“Do you think she’s your Little?” Sadie asked, interrupting his thoughts.
“It’s your bedtime, Little girl,” Rocco interjected, saving Hawking from trying to answer that question. Rocco winked at Hawking as he led Sadie to the elevator.
As the elevator door closed, Hawking heard Sadie ask, “He is her Daddy, isn’t he? I could tell from the look on his face.”
“We’ll see…”
The rest of Rocco’s answer was cut off as the elevator doors closed and the car rose to their suites on the top floor. It surprised Hawking to discover he wanted to know what his teammate thought as well. Tomorrow and her arrival would be here soon. Hawking would have to wait to find out for himself.
Chapter Three
As Hawking was talking to the security guard at the side gate, a car pulled up. The driver rolled down the window to ask, “Is this the rideshare drop-off?”
The security guard sighed as he glanced at Hawking. “Sorry, Boss. Their system must be telling the drivers the wrong place. This is the third driver to stop here.”
“Good thing I stopped by to check on how things are going. I’ll take care of this.”
Hawking pulled a business card out of his pocket as he walked forward to greet the driver. “Looks like the directions are off. Could you send a message to the company with this update? I can help your passenger from here.”
“Will do. Thanks!” The driver popped out of his car and pulled a small suitcase from the back. The passenger traveled light.
“I’d rather go to the front door, please,” the woman called nervously as she stepped out of the vehicle to keep an eye on her bag.
Hawking recognized her immediately. Carefully, he controlled his expression so he wouldn’t reveal that he knew who she was. Celeste Blanke.
“Hi, I’m Hawking Winther. I’m the head of security. Welcome to Danger Bluff. How about if I take you to registration and give you a scenic tour on the way?” he asked. He deliberately stood so she could see his polo shirt with the resort logo, along with his name and title.
“I guess that would be okay,” the woman answered.
In a flash, the driver was gone.
Hawking took the handle of her suitcase to roll it over to the Jeep he used to drive around the property. “May I take your tote?” he asked, holding out a hand for the oversized bag she kept balanced on her shoulder.
“No, thank you. I’ll hold on to my purse.”