LITMIR.BIZ

       Chapter 1

      The lie rolled so smoothly off Robyn Henderson’s tongue she almost believed it herself. “I got tired of being cooped up in the office, so I’m treating myself to lunch,” Robyn said, parking her yellow Volkswagen Beetle outside the trendy restaurant praised for its eclectic menu and decor. “I’m checking out the new steak bar near the resort everyone’s been raving about.”

      Kimberly Parker couldn’t be fooled. She knew Robyn too well. “You won’t even go shopping alone, so there’s no way in hell you’re eating by yourself at a five-star restaurant. So, seriously, where are you?”

      Taking off her seat belt, she listened with half an ear as Kim grilled her about her whereabouts. Kim was not only her boss, but also her best friend. They’d known each other since their boarding-school days at Merriweather Academy, an all-girls school in Massachusetts. Robyn’s scholarship essay, and letters of recommendation from her teachers, which highlighted her abilities, talents, academic history and community service, had helped her win a scholarship to the prestigious school. They had bonded over their shared interests, and soon were joined at the hip.

      Robyn loved Kim like a sister and was thrilled they worked together at the Parker family hotel, the Belleza Resort and Spa, but she couldn’t tell her the truth. Not if she wanted to keep her job and their fourteen-year friendship intact. The less Kim knew about her LA lunch date, the better. “Fine, if you must know, I’m meeting a friend for lunch.”

      “A friend, huh?” she repeated, her tone filled with disbelief. “Anyone I know?”

      “I’ll be back at the Belleza in a couple hours. We’ll talk then.”

      “No, we’ll talk now. What’s his name? What does he do for a living? Are you interested in him romantically, or is he strictly a friend?”

      Robyn strangled a sigh. Kim should have become a lawyer instead of a hotel general manager, because when it came to unearthing the truth, no one did it better. She was intelligent and perceptive, and it was times like this Robyn wished her bestie didn’t know her so well. Their daily habit was to work out and have breakfast poolside, and because she’d failed to mention her plans to Kim that morning, her friend was giving her a hard time. Robyn sucked at lying, couldn’t spin a convincing tale if her life depended on it; she knew Kim could see right through her. Faced with few options, she did what anyone else in her situation would do: she lied like a felon with his third strike. “It’s nothing, really, I—”

      “Are you meeting Erik? Is that why you’re being evasive?”

      Robyn’s good mood fizzled at the mention of Erik Cutler’s name. Thinking about her former colleague—the outgoing finance manager she’d befriended months earlier—made her cringe with shame. How could she have been so stupid? she wondered, overcome with guilt. If not for Kim going to bat for her with her dad, she probably would have been fired.

      Blowing out a deep breath, she inwardly scolded herself for allowing her ego to cloud her judgment. What had she been thinking? She should have known better. Determined to put the incident behind her—along with that terse, two-hour meeting she’d had with Kurt Parker—she shook off her thoughts and grabbed her purse off the passenger seat.

      “You have to sever ties with Erik and move on.” Kim spoke in a sympathetic voice, but her frustration was evident. “He’s an opportunist, and you can do much better. You’re a smart, successful woman who can have any guy she wants.”

       If that was the case, I’d be Mrs. Sean Parker.

      “Tell me the truth,” Kim urged her. “I promise I won’t be mad.”

      “I’m not meeting Erik,” Robyn insisted, adamantly shaking her head even though her best friend couldn’t see her. “I haven’t spoken to him in months, and I don’t plan to.”

      “Then who’s your mystery date?”

      “A guy I met at a charity event last spring.” Another lie, another fresh wave of guilt. As an only child, Robyn considered her friends Kimberly Parker and Gabrielle Royce as family, the sisters she didn’t have. She hated lying to Kim, but if her girlfriend knew the truth, she’d be pissed, and Robyn didn’t want to upset her best friend.

      “How are things going at the office?” she asked, desperate to change the subject. Over the past few months, there had been suspicious incidents at the Belleza. Kim and her parents were certain that someone with an ax to grind was trying to ruin the resort and had contacted the authorities to launch a criminal investigation. “Are you still meeting with detectives this afternoon?”

      “Yeah, and I hope they’ve finally cracked the case, because planning my wedding and running the resort under these circumstances is incredibly stressful,” she said, her voice strained with tension and frustration. “Would you believe the new front desk manager actually asked me about the curse of the Belleza during our meeting? It took everything in me not to roll my eyes.”

      Robyn groaned. The Belleza curse was a tall tale that dated back to the hotel’s beginnings as the Belleza Inn in the late fifties. Back then, even though there was a lot of talk about an alleged buried treasure on the premises, nothing was ever found. The theory was that anytime someone got close to discovering it, something bad would happen to them. Robyn—like Kim and Gabby—was too much of a realist to put any stock in the possibility that ghosts trying to protect their buried treasure were haunting the hotel. What worried her was that there might be a real, flesh-and-blood person out there trying to destroy the Belleza. Or worse, out to harm the Parker family.

      “How does Diego know about the Belleza curse? He hasn’t been at the resort long.”

      “Your guess is as good as mine, but if I was a betting woman, I’d put my money on Jonah.” The hotel’s old bartender loved to entertain guests and staff with outrageous stories.

      “Hang in there, Kim. This will soon be over. I’m sure of it.”

      “You’re right, and then I can devote all my time and energy to my groom-to-be.”

      Robyn laughed, marveling at how much her friend had changed since meeting her kind, soft-spoken fiancé, Jaxon Dunham.

      Seeing the time on her dashboard, she stepped out of the car and activated the alarm. “I have to go. We’ll talk later, okay?”

      “Just make sure you’re at Diva’s Beauty Salon by three o’clock. It’s our last consultation before the wedding, and I need everyone in the bridal party there.”

      “How can I forget when you programmed the appointment into my phone?” she teased, unable to resist poking fun at her friend. “Don’t worry, Bridezilla. I’ll be there.”

      “Don’t hate. Congratulate!” Kim’s effervescent laugh filled the line. “I’m so excited about getting married I feel like I’m going to burst. I can’t wait to become Mrs. Jaxon Dunham.”

       And, I can’t wait to see your handsome brother!

      “Have a good one. I’ll see you later.” Robyn took out her earpiece, dropped it inside her handbag and adjusted her belted, raspberry-colored dress. It had a modest side split and a loose fit. Robyn wished she was wearing something tighter, something that played up her curves, but Sean had invited her to lunch at the end of their conversation that morning, and changing in the middle of the workday would have raised suspicion. Besides, this wasn’t a date. Kim and her older brother, Sean, had been at odds for months. He’d been estranged from

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