An Engagement in Seattle - Debbie Macomber [128]
“I’m glad you decided to marry me,” Chase continued, “although if this goes on much longer, I may be dead within a year.”
Lesley laughed and, wrapping her arms around his neck, lifted her head just enough to kiss him.
“You’re pure magic,” he whispered against her lips.
“Me?”
He grinned.
She answered him with a grin of her own. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
Chase nuzzled her nose with his. “Let’s not take any chances this time and order room service. It’s ridiculous to pay for meals I never have a chance to eat.”
After a leisurely lunch, they played tourist for the rest of the day, but didn’t wander far from the hotel. They’d learned their lesson. They had high tea at the Empress Hotel, toured the museum, explored the undersea gardens.
They crammed as much as they could into the afternoon and returned, exhausted, to their hotel early that evening.
“Where do you want to go for dinner?” Chase asked.
“Dinner?” Lesley repeated. “I’m still full from lunch. And tea.”
“Okay, then, what do you want to do?”
“Soak in a long, hot bath and take a nap. You kept me up half the night, remember?”
“A bath?” His eyes widened. “Really?”
Despite her exhaustion, Lesley smiled. “Later,” she said and kissed him sweetly. “Give me an hour or two to regroup, okay?”
His face fell in mock disappointment.
“Come on,” she said, holding her hand out to him. “You can nap with me, if you promise to sleep.” She yawned loudly and pulled back the covers. The bath would come later. Right now it would only bring temptation for them both.
“I hoped we’d be in bed by five o’clock,” Chase muttered, “but I never thought it would be to sleep. Some honeymoon this is turning out to be.”
“Some honeymoon,” Lesley agreed, smiling. She laid her head against the thick feather pillow and closed her eyes. Within seconds she could feel herself drift off.
The phone beside the bed rang, startling her badly. Before she could assimilate what was happening, Chase grabbed the receiver.
“Hello,” he answered gruffly. Whoever was calling made him laugh. He placed his hand over the mouthpiece as he handed Lesley the phone. “It’s Daisy.”
“Daisy?” Lesley said, surprised to hear from her neighbor. “Hi.”
“Trust me, I wouldn’t be calling you at the hotel if it wasn’t necessary.”
“Don’t worry. You weren’t interrupting anything.”
“Wanna bet?” Chase said loudly enough to be heard at the other end.
“Listen, Lesley, this isn’t my idea of a fun call, but I figured you’d better know. Tony’s been pestering me for information about you and Chase.”
Lesley sat up in bed. “You didn’t tell him anything, did you?”
“No, but the movers arrived while he was here and I saw him talking to the driver. He might’ve been able to get information out of him.”
“I doubt it,” she said, gnawing on her lower lip. “Those men are professionals. They know better than to give out information about their clients.”
“That segment about you and Chase on television tonight didn’t help. Tony phoned two seconds after the piece aired.”
Lesley groaned. She’d forgotten about that.
“What’s wrong?” Chase asked.
“Nothing,” she whispered.
“Daisy didn’t call for no reason,” he argued.
“I’ll explain later,” she said, although it wasn’t a task she relished.
“It’s Tony, isn’t it?”
“Chase, please.”
“All right, all right,” he grumbled, but he wasn’t happy and didn’t bother to disguise it. He climbed out of bed and reached for his clothes, dressing with an urgency she didn’t understand.
“Okay, I’m back,” she told Daisy.
“Tony’s looking to make trouble.”
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“I don’t know why I’m so worried,” Daisy muttered. “It isn’t like he could do anything. You’re already married.”
“Well, what do you think he’s going to do?”
She noticed Daisy’s hesitation. “I don’t know, but I wanted to warn you.”
“Thanks,” Lesley said, genuinely grateful. Tony seemed light-years away. Only a couple of days earlier she’d been convinced she loved him. That wasn