Authors: Jane Prescott
“Artie Hartman, Co-Owner and Director of Activies. You must be Ben, Olivia, and Bradley!” His voice was sonorous, smooth and low like the first key on a piano. His eyes came to rest on Roz. “I’m sorry, and you are…?”
Roz felt her throat close up, and she looked at Olivia in alarm, who swiftly took over. “This is Rosamund Ortega, our nanny and…sort of surrogate daughter.” The smile she gave Roz cracked the sheet of ice that had seized her vocal chords.
“Roz,” she squeaked, then cleared her throat. “Just Roz.” She took his hand, pleased that her grip was firm. Her sister taught her how to give good handshakes when she was ten. She said a silent thank you to Sharon in her head.
“That’s a beautiful name, Roz.” Artie’s eyes held her gaze, and he squeezed her hand once before letting it go. Roz could hardly hear anything for the blood pounding in her ears, and she felt heat rush to her face.
Dammit, he’s gonna see that,
she thought mournfully. But she was too happy to care; he might have just been being charming,
“Thank you,” she mumbled, lowering her eyes from his. Thankfully, Artie moved on to Ben and Olivia, offering them the shrink-wrapped basket full of snacks, wine, juices, coloring books, toiletries and spa materials. Roz watched the muscles in his forearm bunch as he clasped his hands together. His smile really was infectious; she felt her cheeks roll up as she studied his energetic stance.
“Here is your welcome kit, and here is your welcome packet. ” He handed Olivia the colorful booklet. “You’ll find your loose itinerary, which you are free to move around with the help of our concierge, who is available to you at all times.” He smiled at Bradley, who had become bashful and was hiding behind his mother’s legs. “Everything is flexible so that your little guy doesn’t get tired out or cranky, and if you ever need some alone time, you can leave him with our day care center. We have trained nurses and aides on staff, a four to one ratio for caregivers, and even a petting center. ” He spoke quickly, but his tone was layered with genuine excitement. Roz realized then that he loved running the place; this was his passion.
“Did you hear that?” Ben chirped to Bradley. Bradley didn’t take the bait; he clutched Olivia’s legs tighter, refusing to speak. Artie decided to move on.
“Actually, I can give you guys a tour now, and have your things taken to cabin seven, which is right next door.” Artie gave them each a warm smile, and Roz had to fight to keep from giggling like an idiot.
“Can we get settled first?” Olivia asked. “I’d like to familiarize Bradley with everything so he can relax.” Roz felt her heart sink a little; she’d been looking forward to hearing Artie speak more, and her face must have showed it. Olivia looked at her, and her eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second; Roz almost thought she’d imagined it. Then her face smoothed out, and she spoke again, her voice casual. “But you can show Roz around. I’m sure she’d love to see the grounds. “She shot Ben a look pregnant with meaning, and it passed between them so fast Roz was again impressed by the strength of their bond.
“Absolutely! I was telling Roz about how deep those pools were,” Ben added, scooping Bradley up in his arms and throwing him over his shoulder. “I should get this guy changed into trunks, come to think of it. I’m sure he’s just dying to swim. Deep, deep, down.” he finished dryly, and winked at Roz.
Artie was nodding sagely. “As soon as I’m out of sight, he’ll snap right out of it. I see it all the time. I’m not worried though. We’re gonna be buds before this month is over. I’ll see you guys tonight at the welcome dinner.” He gave Bradley a friendly wave as he and his parents disappeared through the French doors. Artie turned to Roz, his shoulders relaxing as his smile did. He dropped his formality as the two bellhops hurried out the doors with the batch of luggage and they were left alone in the lobby. His eyes peered into hers. “How long have you been nannying?” he asked. “You seem close with them.”
“Two years,” Roz answered, and she felt herself flush with pleasure. “I grew up without parents, and my aunt was kind of distant. They’ve made me feel really welcome.” She made herself meet his eyes, and a shiver passed through her before she could brace herself. She didn’t know why she felt she needed to push this particular comfort zone, but she was unable to stop herself.
“That’s beautiful. I see a lot of parents who come through and talk about how hard it is to get help that really feels like they click with the family. I can tell you’re a special person.” He put a hand on her shoulder lightly, but it felt like a thunderclap. “Shall we get started?”
“Absolutely,” Roz said, hearing herself echo Ben from moments earlier. “I’d love to see those pools.”
The pools were beautiful---there was a pool that went from three to six feet in each cluster of cottages, and a wider one that went from four feet to twelve. Sunlight cut through the waters to print wavy patterns of light across the floor, and Roz had a terrifying moment of vertigo as she gazed into the bottom. She felt a hand on her shoulder, more rough than before. She looked up into Artie’s face, startled to see him so close. He’d been talking the whole time, she realized.
“Are you ok?” he asked, his voice threaded with worry. “You were pitching forward a little. Some people do that when they stare too hard at this thing.” He stepped back and started moving toward the golf cart again. “Let me show you the arts and entertainment buildings.”
Artie had been showing her the resort and talking with her for the better part of an hour. The resort was about three miles wide, astoundingly; Roz wondered where the couple had gotten the money for this, especially considering they added Roz onto the package almost as an afterthought without a problem. The landscape was lush, there tiny stores and gift shops sprinkled throughout the grounds, and there were even small streets for the golf carts. It was like she’d been transported to an alternate reality where everything was compact and had a storybook air. An ice-cream man strolled the streets with a handcart, handing out free popsicles.
The art building had been even lovelier than she’d imagined; there were three huge rooms for group classes, ten smaller private rooms, and a room for exhibits or installations. Artie explained that once a year, they put on an exhibit populated solely by pieces the visitors created, and some of their children’s creations as well. Artie glowed with pride as he showed her the wide windows, designed to let in a much natural light as possible, the enormous cache of art supplies, and the boxes of safety art supplies for children. It was like being in heaven; she wanted break open a pack of pains and take a brush to canvas. Artie let her a do a quick sketch of the grounds from a bird’s eye view, and he was impressed when she finished in a mere five minutes. She had been itching to make a watercolor of the pool all afternoon, and tried to be satisfied with the rough sketch she’d crafted, promising herself that she would come back and finish it later.
Roz as filled with a quiet awe, not just because of the facilities, but because Artie had truly done his homework, and clearly took pride in keeping the resort full of enriching activities. The entertainment building boasted a theatre and a small concert hall, but Roz was still thinking about the fresh canvas in the art building as they walked back to the golf cart to take another turn around the resort. Roz felt Artie watching her, unsure if he was simply curious about her background and talents,
Roz had opened up more quickly than she’d ever opened to anyone before. She knew it was partly because he was undeniably handsome, like a 1940’s movie star, or a Disney Prince. But it was also because he seemed to be made of the kind of charm and intelligence that Roz yearned to be near her entire life---the kind of desire she never uttered aloud, for fear of having the dream killed by too-practical Shannon. Now, though, she was allowing the whimsical, dreamy part of her to stir awake, and the sparkle of warmth Artie’s charm had kindled was growing into a flame. In between bits of trivia, he told her about inheriting the resort from his father, who was the nicest man he knew, and running it with his brother, who never felt satisfied with anything.
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” Artie explained as the golf cart crawled through the empty cobblestone streets. “He’s always striving for improvement somewhere, and monitoring every aspect of everything he possibly can. He pushes me to be better, and when he’s happy, I feel great about myself. But when he’s not…” he trailed off. “I’m only 32, but I feel so much younger when he chastises me. I feel like I haven’t accomplished anything. It’s not a nice feeling for a man in his thirties.” He chuckled, and it was tinged with sadness. Roz wanted to reach out and give his shoulder a comforting squeeze, but her muscles were suddenly made of stone.
“I think you’re tremendous,” she said instead, feeling her cheeks burn again. “This looks like it’s right out of a fable. Seriously,” she insisted when he gave her a skeptical look. “I’ve never been to a place like this, but this is so…picturesque, and you’re so warm and unbelievably nice…It’s like being placed in this perfect storybook town where anything you could imagine would be taken care of. It’s like a fairy tale.”
The cart slowed to a stop, and Roz’s heart pounded beneath her black tank top. She’d said too much, she realized. She turned toward him, ready to apologize, and found his pale eyes incandescent with emotion. Roz gasped as he leaned toward her and took her smaller hand in his.
“Thank you,” he said softly. He bit his lip, appearing to turn his potential words and sentences over in his mind, trying to choose the right ones. “Believe it or not, that’s exactly what I was going for. This place looked to look like a giant hunter’s paradise, and I’ve always wanted something…softer.” He looked sad, and the change in demeanor hurt Roz’s heart. She squeezed his hand back, her muscles finally waking up. “ My mom died having my younger sister, and she always felt horrible for it. My dad never held it against her, but she looks so much like my mom that it was hard for him not to hurt every time he looked at her. Julia sensed it. And I wanted to make her feel validated.” The smile on his face warmed as he thought about his little sister. “She’s 28 now, but the look on her face when she sees this place makes me feel like we never grew up. And the way
you
made it sound, just now…that’s exactly what I want everyone to feel. “He released her hand, and Roz had to stop herself from reaching for it again. He turned the cart back on and started to drive again. “I’m sorry I got so intense,” Artie said, his face growing pink. “It means a lot to me, though. And something about you…”he shook his head as if he were coming out of water and laughed, a rich sound that warmed Roz to her toes. She found herself giggling too.
“What’s funny?” she asked. His face was shining with happiness now.
“My brother would kill me for being so unprofessional,” he said, his tone apologetic. “But I really can’t seem to help myself. And I kind of promised my dad when he passed this resort to me that I would never use it an excuse to avoid happiness.”
Roz raised her eyebrows, her pulse racing again. This sounded suspiciously like he was winding up to ask for a date, but that would
really
be like something from a fairy tale.
“Anyway,” Artie continued. “I know I’ll see you at the welcoming dinner, and I know I’m a lot older than you but I can’t shake this feeling that we have a lot in common. I feel like we’d enjoy spending time together, and I hope this isn’t too forward, but I find you enchanting
What?
Roz’s heart was in her throat. She swallowed hard around the lump. She was dreaming, that was it. A gorgeous man she’d just met was definitely not asking her out on a date. That was absurd.
“Would you want to have dessert with me afterward, and maybe watch a movie? And I promise this isn’t code.” His face flushed a deep red, and Roz felt like someone was pranking her. “I really do want to eat some ice cream with you and watch a movie. So…what do you say?” Artie gazed at her hopefully. “Please don’t feel like you have to say yes; if it’s a no, nothing will be weird. I’ll make it very easy for you to avoid me.”
Roz laughed then, loud and hard, and the sound made Artie laugh too. “Are you kidding?” she said between gasps of air. “I’d love to hang out with you later.” The tension in her body was melting away, and though she felt like squirming under Artie’s relieved gaze, she felt completely unselfconscious for the first time in recent memory.
“Great,” Artie said. He sounded as though he’d actually expected her to say no. His nervousness was endearing. “I’ll drop you off at the cabin, and then see you in a few hours.” He smiled, and it grew more and more broad as he approached her cabin. “I don’t want them to think I’ve kidnapped you.”
I wouldn’t mind
, Roz thought as they came to a stop in front of a soft pink cottage. “I’ll see you later,” she said shyly.
“Bye,” Artie said happily. She watched the golf cart zip away, feeling light and carefree.
“Someone had a good time,” Olivia remarked as Roz bounced into the cabin. The living had an overstuffed green couch and two easy chairs opposite a huge television. Ben was in one of the chairs, his eyes glued to a game on the screen.
“Yeah,” Roz said casually. She knew she was still beaming, because her cheeks were hurting from being raised for so long. “This place is great.”
“I bet,” Olivia teased. “This place looked handsome, and kind of like it might have been into. Was it?”