CHAPTER FIVE
Standing next to Enrique, Jules glanced around the pastel pink and yellow room. The décor was bright and cheery. She needed that because her spirits were…down. She forced a smile anyway. “Thank you for escorting me to the suite.”
He bowed. “The pleasure is mine.”
So what if Enrique was heavy-handed with the aftershave or his manners needed refining? Those would be easy to teach. “Everything is lovely.”
“I asked Ortiz to put you in this room.” Enrique pulled back a curtain. “I thought you might enjoy the view.”
Outside the window, rows of colorful flowers bloomed. A burst of hot pink. A swatch of bright yellow. A patch of purple.
Not the ocean. Another wave of disappointment washed over her. The same as when she’d discovered her hottie rescuer would not be her husband but
