“Don’t ‘Now, honey’ me,” Carla warns. “Who seriously hooks up with a random person they meet working at a place like this? I mean, really? I’ve been in the hotel industry all my life and I’ve never gotten with a guest. Ever. Hello? Three days and he’s gone. It’s bad enough that happens normally, but why bring it upon yourself in the first place?”
Greg chooses not to answer, but his lack of response doesn’t deter Carla. Waggling her hand over the nametags on the table, she flashes her wedding ring at the golfers gathered there and says, “I’m married, people. Back the hell off.”
“Ooo-kay.” Greg steps in front of her, his back turned to the guests. Leaning against the table, he absently picks at a nametag behind him as he stares Carla down. “Listen. They’re harmless. I’m guessing if you eve
