She spun back. “Here. Have a great vacation.”
The couple stopped arguing and looked at Lacey. Took the napkins and pen. “Oh, thank you!” They started talking about how they liked her hair blonde better than how it was now. Dark. Lacey just smiled, picked up her food and cup and walked away. Colt followed right behind, ensuring there weren’t any other rabid fans among the ranch’s guests. I lingered behind and watched as Belinda lifted her phone and took a few candid pictures. “Enough,” I told her, blocking her view of Lacey.
It was, perhaps, the harsh tone of my voice or the way I loomed a foot over her that the glee dropped from her face and she lowered her phone.
“Here at Hawk’s Landing, we don’t stand for harassment of other guests. I think you’ve found she’s been more than generous w
