Judge Avery wiggled his eyebrows at Ellie. Carter’s hands curled into fists.
“As your hosts, Eleanor and I open our home and our hearts to you. All we want in return is for you to enjoy yourselves.”
If Russert were anymore plastic he’d melt under the chandeliers. However, this was the one man Carter counted on his side. “James, please pour our host a glass of the finest scotch in the house. On my bill.”
“Indeed, sir.” James nodded his approval at Carter’s gesture.
The other three men looked disgruntled they hadn’t thought of it. Anyone can hit on a beautiful woman, but those who played to win always bet on the house.
Then Andre signaled that dinner was ready. Carter acknowledged the cue. He cleared his throat. “Gentlemen, and lady, my chef has prepared a memorable dinner. When everyone has taken their seats he’ll bring out the first course.”
The men gathered around the large circular dining table set for the occasion. Three of the four guests of honor shuffled their seats hoping Ellie would sit by them. Carter didn’t bother. He chose his chair. Ellie hurried to snag the seat beside him. Carter’s pleasure soured when Marquell took the chair directly across from him.
“Regarding your chef,” remarked the mayor, “I’ve heard great things about his cuisine.”
Carter dipped his chin in a humble nod, well-acquainted with Andre’s expertise. “I only hire the best.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Ellie said. “This will be a new experience.”
Pulling out her chair, Carter waited for her sit down. Then he seated himself.
The mayor directed the conversation to Ellie. “This is your hotel. Are you saying you’ve never had the privilege of this chef’s cuisine?”
“Special circumstances.” She winked at the mayor.
Every man at the table beamed as though this special occasion was for his benefit.
“We’re pleased to join you,” said Councilman Ward, lifting his glass. “Here’s to fine food and excellent company.”
They all raised their glasses to his toast.
As expected, Andre did not disappoint. Despite the extremely last-minute request, he served up a four-course dining experience worthy of the British Crown.
During dinner, Carter watched Ellie out of the corner of his eye. She was exquisite. Every mannerism faultless, every witticism drawing a laugh or nod of appreciation.
After tonight, he wouldn’t have to steal glances—or keep his hands to himself. The notion soothed his growing possessiveness.
Once James and Matilda had cleared away the dinner plates, the recessed lights dimmed. The mood thickened. Candlelight and chandeliers cast uncertain shadows over the table.
Russert leaned forward, steepling his fingers. “As most of us know, the Montgomery Hotel has fallen on hard times. The economic distress swallowing the country doubles its devastation on more insular places such as El Dorado Island.”
The group nodded gravely. Marquell flicked his toothpick back and forth between stern lips.
“With this in mind, I speak on behalf of my niece and late brother requesting an extension for the monetary provisions we’re here to discuss tonight.”
Glances were exchanged. As the silence lengthened, Ellie twisted her hands in her lap.
“I understand the hotel is up for sale,” Ward remarked.
“That’s true,” Ellie said, turning to Carter. “Isn’t that why you’re here, Mr. Stratton?”
Carter nodded. “I saw the post in Elite Southern Properties magazine. An irresistible opportunity.”
“Isn’t that wonderful?” Ellie said a little too brightly. “When will your purchase go through?”
“No one can make an offer yet, as your uncle explained to me. There’s an auction Friday. Highest bidder walks away with the prize.” He draped his arm across the back of Ellie’s chair.
“I see.” Biting her lip, she stared at the center of the table where a large candle flickered in a crystal globe.
The soft glow reflected in her dewy eyes, drawing elegant shadows across her face. He fought the urge to kiss the frown tugging the corners of her mouth. Then take her back to his room, pull her into his arms, and make love to her until her doubts fell away.
Along with Carter’s pending ultimatum to her, his offer came with his protection, physically and financially. She’d never have to worry about money, or pleasing another man, ever again.
Mayor Flemming and Councilman Ward exchanged dark looks. Then the mayor spoke. “We had the property evaluated by a third party. We’re not convinced you can raise the capital necessary to repay the loans and fees you owe the Revitalization Committee with the sale of this hotel.”