something bothering you? ” She asked.
"What did I say?" he asked, raising his hands in frustration.
"It's not what you said. It's how you said it." Andrea waved her hand. “Whatever!” Again she stared out the window. The two hours drive to the Village seemed forever.
When they reached the Sebastian Vail Resort, he jumped out of the limo. “I'll run in and make sure they have your reservation." He smiled. “With these crowds, one never knows.”
"That won't be necessa ry, I . . . ." He was out of the limo and rushed toward the hotel before she could finish her sentence. Within a few minutes, he was back.
"There's been a mix-up. The hotel doesn't have a reservation in your name."
"That's impossible." She gave him a questioning look and wondered if the rest of the wee kend would be the same . . . Kurt interfering with her plans.
"I'm staying at the Sonnenalp. It's right there," he said, as he gestured toward it on the opposite side of the street. "See! You can walk to it from here. Maybe they'll have a vacancy available."
She studied his face , then sighed and slumped back into the seat. “Whatever.”
Kurt instructed th e driver to go to the Sonnenalp. Once there, he helped Andrea out of the limo and waited for the driver to get her luggage from the trunk.
"Where’s your luggage? " She asked.
"I didn't bring any .
S he was shocked. "It must be an extremely important business meeting."
" Yes, it is," he nodded. “It could mean my future.”
An drea shook her head. She didn’t know what to make of the situation. At least tonight at dinner she'd have something to talk to Jason about.
"Andrea?"
"What?"
" I’m going to check in. Do you need help checking in?" he asked.
"That won't be necessary, thank you. ” What the hell does he think he’s doing, she thought.
"See you later, then?"
"No, I don't think so. Remember? I have a dinner engagement."
The tension between them h ad become supercharged. "Oh, that's right . . . a business dinner."
She nodded. "Yes. ”
Clearly d isturbed, he combed his blonde hair with his fingers. "I'm sorry to have been a bother." After he had checked in, he walked toward the elevators, turned and met her eyes.
She paused a moment, hesitant about saying anything. "Maybe lunch tomorrow?" she shouted across the lobby.
He smiled—s atisfaction written across his handsome face. He waved as the elevator doors closed.
CHAPTER FOUR
After her luggage was brought to her room, she phoned Jason at the Four Seasons.
"Where in the hell are you?" he shouted.
"I'm at the Sebastian Vail. I'm looking at your hotel as we speak."
"What are you doing there?" an edge of desperation in his voice.
"I'll explain when I see you."
"No, damn it. Explain now!" He shouted so loud that Andrea held the phone away from her ear.
"Don't yell at me. Who the hell do you think you are? ” Andrea controlled her voice. “You know, Jason, I don't need this."
"Wait, don’t hang up."
"This is your problem. You seem to forget I'm a person too. For the last five years I’ve put up with your childish behavior. I’d hoped our relationship would improve with time. Learning each other's needs would have made things easier, but that didn't happen. Did it?"
"Andrea, wait, let me . . . .”
"Apologize! It's a little too late for that. All you ever wanted was someone always available and ready to carry out your wishes. I loved being there for you. I really did. But I realized our relationship was one-sided. You may not even be aware of your selfishness, however it’s always there.” She paused and fiddled with the pen on the desk. “You know, a relationship is a give-and-take proposition. We’ve discussed this before.”
“I know we did, but . . . .”
“But what! You said you’d try to change and things would be different. Yes, things did go well for awhile, and then, you went right back to your same old ways."
“ I