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had a meeting with Jeff’s father. I can’t talk him out of suing the resort. The whole situation is a mess. He’s already called his lawyer and the resort is going to have to do the same. I have a meeting with Grant tomorrow morning. He’s not going to be happy about this.”
    â€œWill the resort really be in trouble?” She could be out of a job in a minute if it was.
    â€œLegal fees add up. Guest numbers are down. The resort still has its main expenses. Grant might have to think about cutting guest perks.”
    Erika suddenly heard noise in the hall—adult feet, the patter of little feet. Dillon turned toward the doorway just as Erika’s mother and daughter entered in a burst of activity. That activity was Emilia. She was doing a combination of hopping and running in place.
    As soon as she saw Erika, she pulled away from her grandmother and practically flew to Erika calling, “Mommee! Mommee!”
    Erika opened her arms as her daughter launched herself at her. She felt the joy she always felt when she held Emilia close to her heart. After a few moments of mother-daughter bonding, Erika peered over her daughter’s head at Dillon. His face showed surprise and then dawning understanding. She had to say something. “Dillon, this is my mother, Constance Rodriguez, and my daughter, Emilia.”
    Dillon first shook her mother’s hand. “It’s good tomeet you.” Then he turned to Emilia, a bittersweet expression on his face. “Hi, there.”
    Emilia turned into Erika’s shoulder shyly but peeked up at Dillon.
    â€œSay hello, baby,” Erika encouraged her daughter.
    Emilia opened one eye, rubbed her nose in Erika’s shoulder, then grinned at Dillon.
    â€œI can tell you’re going to be a heartbreaker,” he said. “Are you around two years old?”
    â€œSoon,” Erika offered. “In a few weeks.”
    Constance crossed to Erika and her granddaughter protectively. “I hope we didn’t interrupt anything important. But I had a half day today and decided to pick up Emilia so we could have some quality time together. And speaking of time,” she said to Erika, “when will you be home?” She addressed Dillon. “Erika puts in such long hours. I hope someone appreciates it.”
    â€œMom!” Erika was embarrassed by her mother’s comment.
    Dillon stepped in. “I think her hours are long because she’s taken on two jobs—being my receptionist as well as the coordinator for Frontier Days. I try not to keep her past five but I’ve noticed she tends to stay later.”
    â€œYou leave at five?” Erika’s mother asked.
    â€œUsually. Unless I have a patient. But I’m on call in the evenings although I’m not in the office.”
    â€œDo you live here?” her mother inquired and Erika wanted to crawl under the desk. She tried again in a warning tone, “Mom…”
    Dillon glanced from mother to daughter. “I live in a suite upstairs. That seems to be the best way to keep me available to the guests.”
    â€œI see.” Her mother was obviously absorbing it all.Had she stopped in today to meet Dillon because Erika had gone to dinner with him?
    Emilia squiggled to be let down. Erika didn’t want to let her daughter run free but there was little she could get into in the waiting area except magazines on the coffee table.
    As Dillon watched the toddler, he commented to Constance, “Erika didn’t mention she had a daughter.”
    â€œMy daughter likes to keep her personal life to herself,” Constance answered.
    Erika noticed Dillon’s gaze pass over her desk where no pictures or any personal effects were displayed and she could see the questions in his eyes, along with dark shadows she didn’t understand. But she couldn’t answer his questions here and now and didn’t even know if she wanted to. He’d probably run in