He hesitated. “I’m here through the summer. I’d love to get to know the town, the people, become a part of things.”
She liked that. So many came for the summer and stuck to themselves and then left again. Here was a man trying to make his mark. And anyone who could save Sweet Treats was a friend.
“It’s a family town, really, but there are a few of us singles around still.”
“Could I join you sometime?”
She searched his face. He seemed open, friendly, perhaps just interested in a group of friends to pass the summer.
“Of course.” She reached into her purse. “Here’s my card. It has my school address, but the phone number is my cell.”
“Vanderbilt? MBA. Excellent.” He eyed her with open admiration and a newer spark of interest.
So he was into boats and smart girls. Maybe they had more in common than she thought.
“Thank you. I’m almost finished, trying to complete a fellowship there.”
His mouth turned down. “See, you are exactly the kind of person who should be running my store.”
When she tipped her head in question, he shrugged.
“I was just regretting my history major and doctorate in international affairs.”
“What! No, that’s excellent. I’m sure you can figure it out.” She shifted her deck bag to the other shoulder. “I do have some experience with business ownership if you want to talk some things through with me.”
He nodded. “Thank you. I’d like that.” He walked down the dock from her, then paused and came back. Leaning in so that his crisp smell of soap filled the air around them, he said, “You are shivering. I’m sorry. I promise, I’m going.” He waited until she was looking into his eyes. A thrill rose inside at their closeness and she curled her toes in her wet sandals.
“I’m not only looking for business talk or help in finding the key to my store.” His eyes studied hers and a soft twinkle grew in them. “Fate’s been good to me today. The first knowledgeable and intelligent person I meet on this peninsula is also a beautiful woman.”
She grinned before she could stop herself. How long had it been since she had been so thoroughly complimented?
“Thank you.” She cleared her throat. “Give me a call.”
He winked and turned to walk away.
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