Hunter's Fortune (River Jewel Resort Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

a soft-pink glow across the room. Hunter tossed her purse onto a side table and padded across the plush carpet into an adjoining room. Every time she turned her head, she found more opulence and extravagance than even her father would’ve liked. And he had been the king of opulence.
    Their house may have been a ranch-style, but it was a real ranch. Not some modular home built in a suburb. Oh, no. Her father had paid for a stick-built, three-floor, seventeen-room display of his power and wealth. Hunter had never felt at home in that monstrosity. Part of her would be happy if she ended up having to sell it. She’d always been more comfortable at the family cabin nestled on the mountainside. Sure, Hunter loved expensive things, but mainly clothes, accessories and the finest coffee. Having that huge house was like having a huge flashy sign announcing they were rich.
    Hunter knew she was quite complex. She also knew she came across quite bitchy to most people. But, only to people who didn’t know her. Besides, sometimes a woman had to be a bitch just so things would get done. Following in the footsteps of a man who could snap his fingers to get things done wasn’t easy. Hunter had had her work cut out for her from the beginning and she vowed to never be a doormat for anyone.
     
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    Hunter’s first order of business was to locate the bathroom. However, she found the pamphlet Maria had mentioned and sat down to take a look. It clearly stated that each resident should know all of their favorite things could be found in each and every room of their suite.
    “I’m sure. Why must these places make such claims? I’d be sued if I promised such things.”
    Still, she flipped through the booklet which also advised she could explore the resort online. Of course, they provided a laptop for every visitor. Page after page seemed to be written specifically for Hunter. From the type of chocolate she loved to the brand of extra bath towels she could request, it contained all of her favorite things.
    “What I need is a week-long stay and a different room for each day of the week” she mused.
    Hunter tossed the booklet onto the cozy armchair and rose to her feet. “Bath time. Please let there be a massive tub with a jet for every ache I have.”
    She located the bathroom at the end of a long hallway. Bypassing the many other rooms, she strode right to the source of ambient light. What she found truly took her breath away! Inside the spacious room was the most magnificent copper tub she’d ever seen. The tub, circular and deep, sat upon a wooden pedestal built to size. There wasn’t one flaw in the craftsmanship and as Hunter ran her hand along the smooth edges of the massive structure, she felt more at home than she’d felt in years.
    Strangely, she found herself wiping a tear away and chastised herself for her behavior. “Really? Get it together, girl! It’s just a bathtub.”
    Hunter grabbed an armful of luxurious towels from a wooden cabinet and looked around the room. If she didn’t know better, she’d think she was dreaming. In fact, she could swear this dream had visited her before. Everywhere she looked, something triggered a more intense deja-vu feeling within her.
    “How can this be?”
    She placed the plush towels on an upholstered bench located within arm’s reach of the tub. As the deep oasis filled with hot, bubbly water, Hunter slipped off her clothes and lowered herself to sit. As soon as she was settled, numerous jets came to life and caressed her from neck to toes.
    “This water feels like satin. It has to be the purest I’ve ever been in.”
    There was no need for her to turn or spin, for each pulsating jet was perfectly placed. A shelf, strategically placed, held every bath salt, foam and wash Hunter had ever loved. There were even a few brands she knew she’d seen before, but she couldn’t remember where.
    She selected three different brands and grabbed a bottle of conditioner.
    “I haven’t