Love's Paradise by Celeste O. Norfleet Page B

earlier. He picked it up and read the raised lettering. He started typing in the web address but then stopped when his cell phone rang. He expected more drama. “Yeah,” he said gruffly.
    â€œYou got a minute? I’m on the main floor,” Ian said.
    â€œOn my way,” Jordan said. He grabbed the floor plans and went to the primary site. He ran into Ian and Cleveland talking on the main floor. The first thing he noticed was the faint smell of smoke.
    â€œEverything okay in here?” Jordan asked, grimacing.
    â€œYeah, no problems now. We have a new generator and some oil spilled on the coils. It started smoking. Everything’s under control now, but this shouldn’t have happened. The coils were clean when the unit was installed two weeks ago.”
    â€œAre we having problems again?” Jordan asked.
    â€œI’m not sure,” Ian said.
    â€œI’ll up security and increase the foot patrol just in case,” Cleveland said. “If there’s a problem, my guys will find it and take care of it.”
    Jordan nodded and took a deep breath. “I guess it’s going to be one of those days.”
    â€œOh, yeah, looks like it,” Ian added.
    Jordan looked around with his usual critical eye. When it came to his work, everything had to be perfect. But now that this was a Hamilton Development Corporation–owned project he had to step up his game and take it beyond just perfection. The future of the company—everything—was riding on this. Hamilton Resort Complex had to be magnificent.
    Everything seemed to be close to schedule. The drywall was up, the windows and doors were in, electrical, plumbing and HVAC systems were all installed and operational. The flooring specialists were preparing to put in stone and hardwoods. He was pleased with what he saw. “It’s definitely looking good in here. Minus any more drama, we just might pull this off.”
    Ian nodded. “I agree. This is by far the most ambitious project to date and we’re knocking it out of the ballpark. It’s going to be awesome.” They discussed a few technical details then headed back outside. “So, I heard you made yourself a new friend today. Not bad,” Ian said, smiling broadly, obviously trying hard not to laugh.
    â€œYou heard that, huh?”
    â€œOh, yeah, I think everybody in the company did,” Ian said, giving in to his suppressed chuckle.
    â€œEverybody?” Jordan questioned, turning to him.
    â€œWell, maybe not everybody. There are a couple of workers off today. But I think someone sent them a cell phone video.”
    â€œThere’s a video?” Jordan asked, surprised. He stopped walking then saw Ian laughing. “Damn, that’s the last thing I need.”
    â€œMan, you know with the internet and YouTube, everything we do goes public. So what was all the drama about?”
    Jordan shook his head. “I don’t know. Some woman, Sheri Summers, she works at the local museum and for some reason she seems to think there’s something in that hole worth preserving.”
    â€œIs there?”
    â€œI don’t know and the last thing I need right noware last-minute surprises. I guess I’m gonna have to look into it, or…”
    â€œOr what?” Ian asked then quickly answered. “No, don’t tell me, let me guess. Or you’ll just pour on the charm like you always do and have her eating out of your hand in no time.”
    â€œI wouldn’t put it that directly, but, yeah, something along those lines. I can handle women. That’s what I do.”
    Ian shook his head. “One of these days you’re going to run into a woman you can’t manipulate and charm. And she’s going to capture your heart before you even know it. You’re gonna be head over heels in love.”
    Jordan laughed heartily. He knew there was no way he’d allow that to happen. He would never allow himself to