give you a call."
"Thanks, June," he replied without even looking at her.
"Welcome to Desert Winds," he said to Maggie, offering her
a warm handshake. "Sorry there was no one out here. We're
a little short-staffed today." He looked over to the waiting
area. "That your bag?"
*"Yes." She glanced at June in time to see her mouth the
words "call me," then with a nod she slipped June's card into
her pocket and turned to join Cohn.
"Sorry about the wait. And my apologies for the ter-
*minal. It's not the greatest, but it's just temporary. We have
plans for a much nicer one to be built out here by the end of
next summer.''
Maggie briefly glanced around the drafty metal building.
"I suppose it's better than nothing." She waited for him to
open the door and then lead the way to a luxury SUv that
looked as if it had just rolled off the car lot.
"I thought we'd have lunch at the clubhouse first, then
give you some time to relax a little this afternoon. You can
hang around and enjoy the clubhouse facilities, golf if you
like, or visit the spa. Unfortunately, something urgent has
come up and I have some pressing business I need to attend
to today. Then, if you don't- mind, I'll meet you for breakfast
tomorrow morning, and afterward give you a complete tour
with me as your personal guide. How does that sound?"
* "Great," she replied, eager to have a free and unsuper-
vised day to explore the development on her own.
"We have a wonderful spa facility, an Olympic-sized
pool, and a state-of-the-art workout area. I even reserved a
masseuse for you at three o'clock." He glanced over at her.
"I thought you might enjoy some R and R while you're here.
You know what they say about all work and no play."
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She smiled. "No problem. I think it sounds just perfect."
The clubhouse was fairly impressive upon first glance,
with its large pond and fountain situated just outside the
entrance and tall, open-beamed ceilings inside. But upon
-closer inspection, in the ladies' restroom, for instance, she
noticed numerous things that suggested less than the best
workmanship and materials, not to mention poor mainte-
nance. She spotted several cracked tiles, a loose soap dis-
penser; and even some places where the wallpaper was
starting to peel off the walls. Certainly not the sort of things
most people might notice, and maybe no big deal, but she
was trying to be watchful. She snapped a few photos and
then quickly jotted these observations down in her note-
* book.
Soon they were seated at a window table that overlooked
the golf course. "It must take a lot of water to keep those
greens up," she commented as she scanned over the menu.
"Yes, but we have an excellent well system. We had to go