Lana was used to the glares, but for some reason, having those glares aimed at Rick bothered her so much more.
Quinn had been in such a rush when she’d pulled up, Lana had only noticed her as the younger woman passed by Rick’s vehicle. This time, when she emerged from the police station, she stopped in the middle of the icy sidewalk and burst into tears.
Lana only had to approach her for Quinn to turn those tears Lana’s way, throwing her arms around Lana’s neck.
“Diego is just so stupid,” she sobbed. “That guy was a jerk, but you know what he’ll do. They can’t afford a lawyer, and Diego will go to jail.”
It didn’t take much coaxing for Lana to get the story out of Quinn. How she was trying to work, but a chatty guest kept bothering her. She’d tried to be nice, but he hadn’t left her alone. And when the guest had put his hand on her backside in front of Diego, Rick’s nephew had taken exception.
“Sometimes I think being nice is something women need to stop doing.” Lana kept an arm around the crying Quinn. “What’s his name?”
“Mr. Bayard.”
“Lee Bayard? The one with the short dark hair? Stands too close to everyone?”
Quinn nodded, wiping her eyes.
Yes, Lana knew who Lee Bayard was. And she was well acquainted with Lee’s father, Jefferson Bayard. The apple didn’t fall far from that particularly misogynistic tree.
“I’ll take care of it,” Lana told Quinn. “And you made sure Hannah knew what happened?”
“Yes, and Mr. Shaw too.”
Frankly, Lana couldn’t believe Jax hadn’t handled the situation with his knuckles already. Neither he nor Hannah took well to their employees being mistreated.
Then again, right now would be a terrible time for a lawsuit. The Shaws were on a tight enough financial rope as it was.
Lana didn’t know if Quinn was okay to drive, so after helping her get home, she texted Rick that she needed to do something and took a ride share from Quinn’s house to the resort.
Lana found the new hotel manager in her office. Hannah always looked like she should have been on a runway or at a photoshoot instead of running a hotel, and she was great at her job. Much better than the previous manager had been. At some point that week, Hannah had traded her usual shoulder length braids for a super short curly pixie cut. One hand pressed to her forehead as she argued on the phone, Hannah looked like she hadn’t slept in a solid week, her eyes reddened from too many shifts for too long a time.
Yes, Jax definitely needed to hire a full-time night manager. With the resort this busy, she was far too overworked and understaffed. Lana waited until Hannah ended her call, then lightly tapped her knuckles on the open doorjamb of her office.
“Come in, Lana.” Hannah waved her over. “Quinn texted me that you were headed my way.”
“I saw her at the police station,” Lana said, setting a hip to the doorframe. “She’s pretty upset.”
“She’s not the only one,” Hannah replied in a growl. “I want to take a tire iron to Bayard’s crotch for getting handsy with one of my employees. He’d be kicked out of here already if it weren’t for Diego.”
“Diego reacted, and now you’re playing damage control?”
“My hands are tied.” Hannah sounded beyond upset. “Bayard already called his lawyers. I told Quinn to press charges, but I don’t know if she will. She’s scared of him.”
“And Diego?”
“Diego should have stayed out of it and let me handle Bayard. The Shaws had me terminate him, effective immediately.”
“And you don’t think that’s a little harsh?” Lana asked.
“Talk to Jax if you can find him. So far, all my calls to him have gone unanswered. His parents are the ones who decided to terminate Diego and lawyer up.”
Lana frowned. If Quinn was scared of Bayard, then no, she probably wouldn’t press charges. Like too many women in a long line of employees sexually harassed by that family. It made Lana’s blood boil. It made her want to get in a semitruck and run Lee Bayard over, then back up a few times for good measure.
“Jax isn’t here to help?” she confirmed.
Hannah snorted. “He’s currently off the premises cooling down, on his parent’s orders. Jax’s temper only made things worse. Bayard is threatening to call his lawyers on us.”
That was completely on brand with the resort owner’s son. Of course Hannah was stuck dealing with this alone.
Lana had seen Bayard in the hotel bar more than once in the last couple of days. So far, Lana had managed to avoid him and all the business talk that would come along with even the briefest of encounters. The Bayards were powerful but smarmy. And—apparently—this one was a complete ass.
Still…if Hannah couldn’t do anything about it and the Shaws wouldn’t do anything about it, maybe it was time someone else did. The look on Rick’s face when he’d walked in to see his nephew in the holding cell was burned into Lana’s memory. As if the two men had been there before, and Rick was powerless to help the family member he loved.
Lana couldn’t stop Silas’s power play, but she could step in the ring for Quinn and Rick.
She took her time changing before coming back downstairs in search of her quarry. Bayard had spent the bulk of his time at Moose Springs in a “retreat” with some other colleagues. Meaning they’d been playing high stakes poker and getting roaring drunk the last several days. Finding him was easy…all Lana had to do was follow the sounds of raucous laughter and the telltale fragrance of male fragility.
Sometimes the best armor for war was a low-cut dress and Prada stilettos. Crossing her legs and meeting his gaze across the bar was all it took to have him abandon the group he was with, heading her way. Tall with expensively cut dark hair and deep blue eyes, Lee wasn’t bad looking, but the bruise on his jaw was already darkening. Diego must have just clipped him.
Too bad the kid hadn’t crushed Lee’s aristocratic nose into a pulp.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Lana asked, letting her eyes linger, knowing he’d take it as interest.
Sure enough, Lee leaned on the bar next to her, already standing too close. “That’s usually my line. You’re Lana Montgomery, aren’t you?”
“Depends on who’s asking.”
Lee placed his hand on the back of her chair, boxing her in. “You know who I am,” he said smugly. “Your mother brokered a deal with my father last August.”
“We broker a lot of deals,” Lana said. “That’s a nice little bruise. Have you been having too much fun while you’re visiting?”