From a convenient fiancé...
To an inconvenient attraction!
When hotel heiress Audrey Girard’s safe, convenient wedding to a business partner is called off, she’s left to contend with her ex-fiancé’s brother—wild, brooding chef Shane Murphy. And there’s certainly nothing safe about Audrey’s attraction to Shane—every day they work together is even more dangerously tempting! Could there be a Las Vegas wedding in the cards after all?
“We meet underwater again” came a low voice from the other side of the pool.
Audrey thought she might be hallucinating. Shane’s words from ten years ago had just been looping over and over again in her head.
“What?” she stuttered into the Vegas night, blinking her eyes to try to focus.
He stroked a few rotations and was quickly by her side. Shane. A decade later.
Get out of the pool immediately, her mind directed. Many years may have passed, but her gravitational pull toward Shane was as strong as ever. And just like last time, escape seemed the only option.
Dear Reader,
In my last book, love was found in New York City. With this romance, I’m taking you with me to Las Vegas. (Can you tell I like big cities?)
Ah, Vegas. Where bright lights and razzle-dazzle carry people away from their day-to-day lives to the oasis in the middle of the desert. In Sin City, you can be naughty. Stay up late. Indulge in food and drink and entertainment. Tempt the fates at a casino. Maybe even get married by a wedding officiant dressed as Elvis! It’s one crazy place, unlike anywhere else in the world.
As a chef and a hotel owner, Shane and Audrey have a different purpose on the Las Vegas strip. They are there to make other people’s fantasies come true. No one could have predicted that they’d find their own dreams under the Nevada sky.
Shane needs Lady Luck to shine upon him. Audrey doesn’t think she’s a gambler. But the more time these two spend together, the more they find they have no choice but to roll the dice and take a chance. On love.
I hope you enjoy their story.
Andrea x
HER LAS VEGAS WEDDING
Andrea Bolter
Andrea Bolter has always been fascinated by matters of the heart. In fact, she’s the one her girlfriends turn to for advice with their love lives. A city mouse, she lives in Los Angeles with her husband and daughter. She loves travel, rock ’n’ roll, sitting at cafés and watching romantic comedies she’s already seen a hundred times. Say hi at andreabolter.com.
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For Barbara and Moe
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
EPILOGUE
EXCERPT FROM BABY SURPRISE FOR THE SPANISH BILLIONAIRE BY JESSICA GILMORE
CHAPTER ONE
“HERE COMES THE BRIDE.” Daniel Girard stood to greet his daughter as she entered his office. Audrey Girard plopped her flight bag down on a chair and gave her dad a peck on the cheek. As both the heiress to the Hotel Girard chain of fine boutique hotels and its director of public relations, she had a slew of things to take care of before their grand opening in Las Vegas. Not the least of which was to organize her wedding.
“When does Reg get in? You probably have more information about my fiancé’s schedule than I do,” she said. After all, her dad and Reg’s father, Connor Murphy, had been planning this marriage between their offspring for the past couple of years. Connor owned the Lolly’s chain of casual breakfast eateries that operated in several of the Girard hotels, and the families had been in business together for a decade.
“His flight comes in from LA later this afternoon.”
Audrey’s intended, Reginald Murphy, was the business half of Murphy Brothers Restaurants. His younger brother, Shane, was the long-haired, mercurial chef. Expanding the Murphy family’s interests in the restaurant business, the two brothers had started their own venture. Together, they had crafted the upscale Shane’s Table restaurants. After creating a destination dinner spot that was a hit from the moment it opened in New York, they duplicated the success with a second location in Los Angeles. Now they were collaborating with the Girards on this Las Vegas property and hoping Lady Luck would shine upon them here.
“Explain to me again why we’re rushing the wedding?” Audrey asked her dad.
“We had never set a date.”
“So why now?”
“You’ve seen the financial statements. We need a big opening for this hotel. A high-profile wedding will really showcase our special-events capabilities.”
“So I’ve got one month to plan the whole thing?”
“We’ll make the engagement announcement in two weeks to start generating a buzz.”
“When I talked to Reg on the phone a couple of days ago, he didn’t sound certain that he was on board with doing the wedding now.”
“Connor has concerns about their financial position, as well. The Murphys need this hotel launch as much as we do.”
“Gee, I’m glad my future has been reduced to profit and loss statements.”
“You know that’s not the only reason. Come on now, you’re twenty-eight. Reg is, what, thirty-six?”
“You’re right, Dad, I’m virtually an old maid.”
“You can’t blame a couple of fathers for pushing to get their kids to settle down. We want to see you two create a life together. You both work too hard. You should enjoy yourselves. Bring us grandchildren. Not to mention the next generation of hoteliers and restaurateurs.”
“Dad, we’ve talked about that. Children are not in the picture.” Not after what Audrey had been through. That was nonnegotiable.
“Never say never.”
They moved to the spacious office’s reception area, where each sat down on one of armchairs that faced the floor-to-ceiling windows. Audrey took in the view of a couple of the huge hotels and casinos on the Las Vegas Strip, and the majestic red mountains behind them in the distance.
The Hotel Girard Las Vegas sat on a small piece of real estate in between two of the giant monoliths on the Strip. It was originally built in the early 1960s as the Royal Neva Hotel, a sort of bargain casino with one-penny slot machines for visitors who weren’t high rollers staying at the big palaces. The lone restaurant had offered two-dollar breakfast specials and the four floors of guest rooms were dirt cheap. The hotel never had the Rat Pack panache of Vegas’s heyday, but the architecture was in the midcentury style that defined that era. When it went on sale after closing due to lack of upkeep, the Girards decided to make their first foray in Las Vegas.
With two hundred hotel rooms, as opposed to the three and four thousand of its neighbors, the Girards set out to refurbish the property to appeal to the trend toward boutique hotels, which were their specialty. There’d be no noisy casino. Instead, luxurious suites and amenities, a splendid rooftop pool, unique special-event spaces and exclusive cocktail lounges would provide a chic den for hip guests. The crème de la crème would be Shane’s Ta
ble, a world-class dining establishment to attract travelers and Vegas locals alike.
Unfortunately, they’d encountered one problem after the next with the project. The original structure was in far worse condition than was initially thought. There had been mold and rot within the walls that required a costly teardown in sections of the hotel. Partial renovations during the years before the Girards bought the property hadn’t included solar power or technical upgrades, and energy costs were double what they should have been.
There had been other setbacks to the business, as well, beginning three years ago when Audrey’s mother was dying and Daniel was distracted from his duties as CEO.
“I think weddings are going to do it for us at this hotel,” Daniel said enthusiastically.
Audrey’s business mind agreed. “Special-occasion bookings will bring us a lot of revenue. We have so many great event spaces with this hotel. Showing off the property with a lavish wedding should be publicity gold.”
“The marriage of hotel and restaurant royalty will brand the hotel with glamour that will stick in people’s minds.”
“I had some ideas on the flight here. We can shoot the engagement tea in the garden and a guys’ night out at the cigar lounge this week. We’ll calendar the press releases and photo spreads to hit after the engagement announcement. No one will know we shot the events ahead of time.”
“You and Reg will be an imperial couple. It’ll be the romance Las Vegas has always been known for.”
Except for the actual romance part, Audrey thought. That was not in her plans. Love was a gamble she wasn’t going to bet on. Love involved trust. She’d never fall for that hoax again.
Which is why she had become so contented with the agreement that she and Reg would wed. Yes, the arranged matrimony felt a bit like something involving territorial feudal kingdoms and armies. Yet, in a different light, having their future spouses decided by their fathers was a smart outsourcing of labor that neither she nor Reg had the time for.
The two were friendly toward each other. They had dinner if they were in the same city, spoke on the phone and had discussed the challenges that their lifestyles would bring to the marriage. With seven Girard hotels throughout the world and a soon-to-be third Shane’s Table, they both traveled to and from their businesses almost all of the time and didn’t foresee that changing. Reg was a workaholic just like Audrey.
Any comradery they could share would be healthy for her. Currently, she spent what little free time she had by herself. After a childhood where she’d so often been alone, pairing with someone would be a blessing.
She and Reg had concurred that while romantic love was right for some people, it wasn’t for them. That compatibility was crucial. What a relief it would be to answer the social pressures to couple off, to find a significant other. There would be no more questions about her dating life from the well-meaning staff at the hotels. She’d always have a companion for events. There might even be shared hobbies and simple dinner-and-movie dates. The list went on.
Most importantly, it was utterly perfect that Reg had zero sex appeal. What Audrey surely didn’t need was a man like Reg’s brother, chef Shane. A hot-blooded beast who dripped raw power and primitive demands. Reg would never make her pulse flutter like Shane had since the moment she met him. Never cause her to shiver in anticipation of his every move. Never keep her up at night imagining secret pleasures.
“Is Shane on track with his cookbook?” Audrey asked her dad.
“I hear that’s not going as smoothly as it should.”
She wrinkled her nose, although the information didn’t surprise her. With Shane Murphy’s bad-boy chef reputation, not to mention his wife’s sudden death two years ago, being behind on a deadline would come as no shock.
A peculiar warmth flushed down her neck when she thought of the photo of Shane she’d seen recently on a magazine cover, his almost-black eyes piercing whoever looked at the image. Her reaction to even a photograph of him was involuntary but a little embarrassing, especially as he was to become her brother-in-law. Anything to do with Shane seemed to affect her on a chemical level that she had no control over.
“I’ll check into it. Not having the cookbook on schedule could turn into a major problem.” Shane Murphy’s first cookbook was another essential component of the publicity schedule for the Vegas opening.
“Shane is cooking dinner for you and Reg tonight at the restaurant. You can talk about it then.”
Daniel filled his daughter in on the outcome of a meeting he’d had with the human-resources director earlier that day while she’d been on the flight. And about a resolution with a furniture distributor for their hotel in St. Thomas.
Mention of the island brought a wry half smile to Audrey’s face with the memory of that weird moment with Shane a decade ago. To this day, the recollection still replayed often in her mind.
It was at the Hotel Girard St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands that she’d first met the Murphy brothers. When she’d first encountered the volcanic force of nature known as chef Shane Murphy.
Audrey had been a short eighteen-year-old, hiding in baggy shirts because her body hadn’t yet settled into its shape. Shane Murphy was the enfant terrible of the culinary world at just twenty-four. Reg, the staid older brother at twenty-six. Connor was opening the Lolly’s café at the hotel and Shane was there to do a tasting menu in the hotel’s formal dining room. The first Shane’s Table had already become the hottest dinner reservation in New York, making Shane an instant star.
The two brothers couldn’t be more different. Though both were tall, Reg was thin and tidy, save for a perpetually sweaty upper lip. He kept his hair closely cropped and always donned a tailored suit. In contrast Shane’s dark curly hair brushed the shoulders of the rock band T-shirts he wore with his jeans. Reg, the immaculate professional, and Shane, the soulful artist. Black and white. Night and day. Shane had made an impression on her that she still carried to this day.
She hadn’t seen Shane in person in many months other than through teleconferences, which he would often leave before they were halfway done. Audrey wondered how much his impatience or inattention had to do with the death of his wife two years ago. She knew firsthand how a loss like that could color everything that came after it.
Helping herself to a glass of icy cucumber water from the clear pitcher on the office bureau, she took a much-needed sip. As always seemed to be the case, mere mention of Shane Murphy made Audrey thirsty.
She paced in front of the windows of Daniel’s third-floor office. Prior to the renovation, there had only been a couple of picture windows on that exterior wall. With the new sweeping vista she could look out to the hotels and casinos, or peer down to see street-level activity on the always-crowded Strip.
Audrey’s eyes fixed on a couple. The young woman, blonde, short and curvaceous like she was, wore a white minidress and a clip-on bridal veil that looked like it hadn’t cost much money. Her groom had on black suit pants and a white shirt with his tie loosened. The two laughed and passed an open bottle of champagne between them to sip from. The bride held her left hand up to the sunlight to admire the ring on her finger. They stopped walking and threw their arms around each other for a passionate kiss.
Las Vegas.
Land of hope. Of gambles. Of chances. Of love.
What would it be like to arrive in Vegas to wed the person you were in love with? Audrey wondered. To embark on a life together, sharing ideas and dreams and romance?
Audrey had no time for thoughts like that. She had her own, practical marriage to plan.
* * *
Having made her way from her father’s office to the central courtyard of the hotel, Audrey stepped outside into the dry Nevada breeze. The main structure of the building formed a square with a public space in the center with walk-throughs to the Strip and parking so that patrons could enter the restaurants, bars and s
hops from both inside and outside the building. She was eager to settle into one of the freestanding suites at the back of the property they called the bungalows, where she’d make her home for the time being.
For the past couple of months, she’d been utterly buried by work in her small office at the hotel chain’s Philadelphia headquarters. There were splashy incentives to organize and newsworthy stories to cull in order to promote all of the seven hotels for the summer season. Winter had thawed into spring without her really taking note of it.
Along her walk, she said hellos to construction workers and to staff members who were onsite to begin readying the hotel for the opening. This week she’d check in with every department to see what was new and noteworthy that she could use for publicity.
For now, though, she wanted to drop her luggage and check her emails and messages and texts. And see Reg, who had sounded so tentative when she last spoke with him.
As she crossed diagonally through the outdoor public area, she froze on her heels. The Shane’s Table restaurant, not yet open for business, appeared to be fully finished, at least on the outside. In front of its door stood a life-size cardboard cutout photo of chef Shane Murphy.
What the heck?
Audrey was director of public relations and any kind of promotion that went on at Girard hotels came across her desk. It was she who authorized press releases if one of the hotels even so much as bought new towels. If a landscape designer decided on an unusual type of plant for the grounds. When one of the hotels offered a Valentine’s Day package that included breakfast in bed.
Yet she’d heard nothing about this horribly tacky six-foot-two-inch shrine to the male ego. What a monstrosity! Not at all befitting the elegance and restraint Girard hotels represented. Nor worthy of the Shane’s Table reputation for integrity and excellence.
She didn’t know who approved this amateur-hour attempt at marketing for the restaurant. But she was going to find out.
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