Knox strolled into the gift shop of the Majestic Hotel, the door chiming softly as he entered. He paused to admire the vintage crystal chandelier overhead. The boutique-style space was thoughtfully curated, unlike most other hotel gift shops. It was more personal, more inviting—though it was slated for renovation as well. It didn’t need much other than paint, but he spied an electrical cord with multiple items plugged in. Possibly an electrical upgrade, as Whitley had mentioned. He’d spent the morning with Ryan and his general manager.
He glanced around, his gaze landing on the woman behind the counter.
“Welcome,” she said pleasantly. “May I help you find something?”
“I’ll know it when I see it, but thanks.” She had a nice voice and a pretty smile, he thought. Yet, something about her s
