by Judith Keim
Dinner at The Beach House Hotel
The Beach House Hotel Series – Book 3
Judith Keim
Wild Quail Publishing
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, public or private institutions, corporations, towns, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER ONE | SHEENA
About the Author
Acknowledgements
Dedication
This book is dedicated in loving memory of Barbara Bova, without whose friendship, support, and encouragement, The Beach House Hotel series and my continuing pursuit of writing might not have happened. I’m so grateful to her!
CHAPTER ONE
Rhonda DelMonte Grayson and I stood at the top of the front steps of The Beach House Hotel, the seaside mansion in Sabal, Florida we’d turned into an upscale, boutique hotel. As the limo rolled through the gates of the property, I crossed my fingers behind my back.
With Rhonda due to give birth in the next two months, I needed all the help I could get while Rhonda and her husband Will welcomed their child into their family and the world. Bernhard Bruner was our last hope of finding a suitable general manager for the hotel out of the group of candidates we’d screened.
“I hope we like him,” said Rhonda. “The last two applicants we talked to were doozies. I’m tellin’ ya, Annie, I’m not going to take any bullshit from a guy thinkin’ he can boss us around.”
I smiled, used to the way Rhonda thought and spoke. My proper grandmother would shudder in her blue-blooded grave, but Rhonda wasn’t even aware of the language that hid a big, loving heart.
The limo continued toward us.
“I hope he likes us!” I said, giving my crossed fingers a squeeze.
Below a lock of bleached blond hair that fell on her forehead, Rhonda’s dark eyes sparkled. She elbowed me. “Here goes.”
Before the limo even pulled to a stop, Rhonda and I eagerly made our way down the steps to greet Mr. Bruner. An older man in his fifties, he’d come highly recommended to us as the perfect choice to oversee a property like ours. But would he be willing to work with us?
We’d interviewed several other men who weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea of having to work under the guidance of two women. But The Beach House Hotel was our baby, and we weren’t about to simply hand it over to someone else—no matter how much we wanted and needed some time to ourselves.
Paul, our driver, stopped the limo, got out, and hurried around behind the car to open the passenger door.
A shiny black shoe appeared, followed by creased gray slacks. Dressed in a navy blazer, starched white shirt, and conservative tie, the man who stood so straight before us had a sharp, blue-eyed gaze. Beneath his nose, a trimmed mustache brushed the top of his lips. His stern appearance reminded me of my old, middle-school principal.
As we exchanged greetings, a black and tan dachshund jumped out of the car and sat at her master’s feet, looking up at me with what I thought of as something of a smile. Charmed, I stooped to pat her head.
“And who is this?”
“Trudy,” Bernhard said. “She goes everywhere with me.”
Rhonda and I exchanged glances.
“Uh, we weren’t told about her,” said Rhonda.
Bernhard picked the dog up. She gave him a lick on the cheek and turned bright dark eyes to us, wagging her tail furiously.
“If it’s a problem for me to have her here, we can end this visit right now.” Bernhard’s words weren’t unkind, but there was no question as to his intentions.
I reached over to give Trudy another pat on the head and grinned when she licked my hand. I loved dogs, but Robert, my ex, had been allergic to them. And any kind of pet had been out of the question in my grandmother’s formal home, where I lived after my parents were killed in an automobile accident.
Rhonda glanced at me and shrugged. “It’s okay with me, Bernie.”
Bernhard stiffened. “My name is Bernhard.”
I placed a hand on his arm. “Among ourselves, our staff is quite informal. Rhonda likes to give people nicknames. It’s a sign she likes you.”
I held my breath as I waited for him to say something. If he and Rhonda couldn’t get along, it would never work.
“All right. A few of my friends call me Bernie, but, in business, I like to use my full name.” He set the dog down and stood staring at the façade of the hotel.
The two-story, pink-stucco building with its red-tile roof spread before us. I recalled the first time I’d seen it and how impressed I was with its design and features. By anyone’s definition, the seaside estate was gorgeous.
“Can we give you a quick tour of the property?” I asked. “Normally we’d usher you in through the front door to give you an idea about the arrival that guests enjoy. But with the dog, and your long day of travel, you might want to stretch your legs and start the tour outside.”
“Good idea,” Bernie said. “I want to see everything.”
Rhonda and I pointed out the putting green in the front circle of the hotel and led him over to what was once a large multi-car garage. Now, its second floor held an apartment for Manny and Consuela, the two people who’d been with us since before we opened our hotel, and an apartment for Troy, who was managing our day spa. On the ground floor, we’d set up a small laundry for towels and special linens, leaving some garage space still to park the hotel’s limo and the occasional VIP’s car. The day spa was attached to the building near the laundry. Behind it, there was a tennis court, a shuffleboard court, and horseshoe pits.
I watched Bernie’s face for a sign of approval as he took in everything, but he gave nothing away. “Let’s have a refreshing drink by the water,” I said, “after which we can take you through the public areas and show you a number of rooms before we sit down and discuss the job.”
Bernie nodded agreeably.
While Rh
onda went inside to talk to Consuela, I walked Bernie around the side of the hotel, past the herb garden the chef had recently established, and out onto the beachfront. Beneath a palm tree, a ground-level, wooden deck held a few tables and chairs. Guests frequently had lunch there, or, in the evening, enjoyed a cocktail while watching for the elusive green flash of a Gulf Coast setting sun.
I was amused to see Trudy run off for a sniff here and there before dutifully returning to Bernie’s side.
The late January day was cool for Florida, but Bernie seemed to enjoy the shade as he sat waiting for Rhonda to reappear.
“You’re certainly welcome to take off your coat and loosen your tie,” I said.
He shook his head. “No, that wouldn’t do.” He gave my sandals a disapproving look.
“We like our guests to relax and enjoy themselves. While a dress code for dinner is suggested, we all like a bit of informality during the day,” I quickly explained.
He nodded, but didn’t comment, making me wonder if the man ever relaxed.
Rhonda walked toward us, followed by Consuela carrying a tray of drinks and snacks.
Bernie stood as they approached.
“Bernie, I’d like you to meet Consuela,” Rhonda said. “She and her husband Manny have been with me since my ex and I bought The Beach House before Ann and I converted it to a hotel. Consuela is a whiz in the kitchen, and her husband is well...my Manny around the house.” Rhonda let out a raucous laugh.
Bernie’s mustache twitched and a glint of humor lit his eyes.
At the sight, I filled with relief. Rhonda was Rhonda, and though it had taken me a while to get used to her ways, I loved her and her carefree manner.
Bernie sat down and watched as Consuela placed the drinks before us and set a plate of cookies and a bowl of nuts on the table. “Thank you, Consuela,” he said, smiling at her.
She left us, and Rhonda described how the kitchen staff had grown after hiring Jean-Luc Rodin as chef to prepare evening and some luncheon meals, along with his sous-chef, Carl Lamond.
“It continues to be a growing operation,” I said. “The locals like to come to the hotel to dine and hold special events, and we’ve encouraged them to do so.”
“Yes, I’ve read all about dinner at The Beach House Hotel. You’ve got a fine operation,” Bernie said. He slipped a cookie crumb to Trudy, who wagged her tail in appreciation.
“C’mon, let’s show you around the place. I think you’re gonna like it,” said Rhonda, rising to her feet.
I smiled. Rhonda was as proud of the hotel as I was.
Inside, we explained how we’d configured rooms downstairs for the small, discreet, private meetings our VIP guests demanded. Bernie nodded with approval at the small dining room where senators and other government officials sometimes met and where guests could entertain and dine alone.
As we continued our tour, Bernie asked discerning questions about the property, guest services we offered, staffing issues, and other aspects of the hotel operation. I knew then he was truly interested.
By the time we’d shown him the entire hotel, including the Presidential Suite, the Bridal Suite, and a few typical guest rooms, Bernie seemed as excited as a reserved man like him could show.
“Well, whaddya think?” said Rhonda as we led Bernie to our office.
“You’ve got a very impressive operation here. I’m sure I can be of help to you.”
The three of us sat at the small conference table in the office. After going over his résumé, probing his past experiences, and discussing his management approaches, Rhonda and I shared hidden smiles.
I checked my watch. “I realize you have another appointment. Thank you so much for coming here, Bernie.” I rose and shook his hand. “It’s been a very productive meeting. We’ll get back to you as soon as we can. As we have told you and others, as part of the compensation package, any general manager we hire will be given the use of the small house on the property for his residence.”
“That’s very nice.” He shook hands with Rhonda and smiled at both of us. “Thank you for your time. I’m sincerely interested in this position and would love to have the opportunity to work with you.”
We accompanied Bernie and Trudy to the front entrance of the hotel, where we made arrangements for the limo to drive him downtown.
Standing on the steps of the hotel, watching his departure, I turned to Rhonda. “Well?”
Rhonda shrugged. “He’s a little uptight, but I think we can get Bernie to loosen up. He’s the best of the lot, Annie. His references are excellent, and his résumé is outta sight. Let’s take a chance on him.”
“Okay. Him and Trudy,” I said, smiling. With Rhonda’s baby due and our busy season upon us, we needed help. I just hoped by bringing Bernhard Bruner into the mix, we weren’t about to make a horrible mistake. We’d made a few along the way.
CHAPTER TWO
Early one morning a few days later, I was outside talking to Bernie when Tim McFarland, our front desk manager, hurried across the lawn to me. “Ann, you’ve got an emergency call on the hotel line. From Liz. And she’s crying.”
My heart fell to my feet. My daughter Liz, at college in Boston, was usually calm and easy going.
“Excuse me, but I’ve got to take this,” I said to Bernie. Before he could answer, I was hurrying toward the front entrance of the hotel.
I raced inside, through the lobby, past the kitchen, and into my office. My heart pounded as I picked up the phone. “Liz?
“Mom?” I heard the quiver in her voice before she burst into tears. “Something horrible has happened. There’s been a terrible accident. Dad and Kandie...Dad... they’re both dead!”
The room began to slowly rotate around me. Gripping the edge of my desk, I lowered myself into my desk chair. “Oh my God! Oh, Liz. I’m sorry. So sorry.” Tears sprang to my eyes. My ex had ditched me for Kandie— Kandie with a K as the voluptuous receptionist in our office had always called herself. As hurt and angry as I’d been when it happened, I would never wish something like this on either one of them.
“What happened? When did it happen?” I asked, feeling sick as I tried to get my mind around the shocking news.
“Last night. I got a call from Dad’s lawyer, Jack Henderson, a few minutes ago. He told me Dad and Kandie went to the club for dinner, and on the way home, Dad lost control of the car on the icy back roads he liked to take. They hit a tree at a pretty good speed.”
“Oh no! That’s awful, simply awful,” I said, imagining the gory details. In the past, I’d been forced to ride with Robert when he’d driven faster than I liked. There was no stopping him.
“And, Mom?” Liz’s sobs became louder. “Mr. Henderson reminded me I now have custody of little Robbie. What am I going to do with a two-year-old?”
“You have custody of him? What about Kandie’s family?”
“Both of her parents are dead, and neither Dad nor Kandie wanted anyone else to take him. I didn’t mention it to you earlier because both Dad and I thought it would never come to anything. But I signed an agreement to take care of Robbie if anything happened to them. Dad told me both he and Kandie wanted this, as I’m Robbie’s half-sister.”
“Where is Robbie now?”
Liz sniffled. “With the babysitter at her house. As soon as I’m dressed, I’ll get him and go over to Dad’s house.”
“I see...” I tried to imagine this scenario. Liz had told me all about how undisciplined Robbie was. I couldn’t imagine her trying to take care of him and going to school.
“Oh my God! Mom, do you think he knew he was going to die? He had me sign the papers right before Christmas not that long ago.” She began to sob even more hysterically.
“Liz, listen to me, honey. Your father, no doubt, was simply trying to put things in order. With the business in trouble, he probably wanted to tie up loose ends.”
“Mom, I don’t know what I’m going to do. Angie and Reggie are back at school, but I haven’t called them yet. I nee
d you. Please, you’ve got to come to Boston and help me.”
Still fighting the sickening news, my stomach whirled. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. In the meantime, you’d better go and get Robbie and take him to your father’s house. A little boy is going to be very confused and unhappy with his parents gone. You need to be there for him.”
“Okay. Let me know when you’re going to arrive, and Robbie and I’ll meet you.” She hung up, leaving a buzzing phone in my hand.
Stunned, I hung up and sat in a stupor, trying to fathom all that had happened. My hands crept to the pendant I always wore—the pendant Vaughn Sanders had given me before we were officially engaged.
I lifted the phone and punched in his number, hoping I could catch him between takes for his role on the soap opera, The Sins of the Children.
The phone rang and rang. I left a message for him to call me and began checking flight schedules to Boston.
Rhonda burst into the office. “Annie? Is everything okay? Tim told me there’s some kinda emergency.”
Tears filled my eyes and spilled over. I didn’t love Robert anymore, but my heart ached over his early death and his leaving a young, motherless child alone...well...there was Liz. I myself had been left an orphan at six and knew the emptiness Robbie would always feel.
“What is it, hon?” Rhonda said, patting me on the back.
“Robert and Kandie were killed in an auto accident last night. They slid off an icy road and crashed into a tree.”
Rhonda plunked down into a chair, facing me. “Oh my God! That’s terrible. I know I’ve called him a lot of names in the past but this...” She shook her head. “He was a rotten bastard to you, but he didn’t deserve something like this. And what about their little boy? Poor kid.”
“That’s the other thing. Apparently, Robert had Liz agree to be Robbie’s guardian if anything happened to him and Kandie. Both of Kandie’s parents are deceased and she had no siblings. So Liz signed those papers before Christmas when she was staying with them.”
“Oh, Annie, what a mess. Poor Liz. I’m so, so sorry. How’s she gonna take care of him and finish school?”
