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one. Took the picture in Italy.” Olivia closed her eyes, summoning up her calm and control. She wasn’t going to allow Rafe Russo to get under her skin like this.
Not again.
“Have a nice swim, Rafe,” she said tightly. “I’d better get back to work while my imagination is hot.”
She winced at the word choice. When she tried to avoid his gaze, her eyes fell, trailing across the muscled lines of his chest and the sculpted abs that ran lower, disappearing beneath his worn jeans. The sight made her pulse skip and flutter.
“Have a nice time. Down at the beach. You and Duffy,” she rasped.
“Yes, go on, Rafe. You’re disgusting and sweaty. You and Duffy go clean yourselves up and I’ll have chili ready by the time you get back.” Jilly waved a warning finger at him. “And take care of my dog. Don’t let Duffy get into any trouble down there.”
“Aye, aye, sir.” Rafe gave a mock two-finger salute, shoved his T-shirt into his waistband and called for Duffy. Then the two of them raced toward the beach.
“I think maybe we need to call 911.” Jilly blew out a slow breath. “I forgot how he was built.”
“So did I.” Olivia didn’t bother to lie. When you knew a friend as long as she had known Jilly, lies were generally pointless anyway. “He does look great. I had no idea about that crazy swimming story he told. What if he hadn’t been picked up? He could have died.”
Jilly shook her head. “He’s told me about a few of his crazy adventures. Some of them were worse than that.”
Olivia frowned. “Worse than getting pulled out to sea?”
Jilly gave a rueful smile. “That’s right. But if you want details, you’ll have to ask him yourself.” She turned to search Olivia’s face. “You look like you’re feeling better. The sun and wind have put some color back into your cheeks. Or maybe...it wasn’t just the weather,” Jilly said astutely. “No need to get up. You keep an eye on Rafe and Duffy. I’m going to organize lunch.”
CHAPTER SIX
M AYBE IT WAS the sunny weather after long days of rain. Maybe it was the need for distraction. Either way, Olivia found her pencil flowing in sketch after sketch while Rafe and Duffy ran along the beach. By the time Jilly came out with a small table and lemonade, Olivia had completed four different sweater designs.
She looked down as Duffy was dashing over the sand, chasing the stick that Rafe had thrown through the air. Both of them looked happy and soaking wet from a quick swim in the ocean.
But Jilly was far more interested in Olivia’s sketches then her dog’s antics. “These patterns are great, Livie. I really like that little shrug thing.”
“It looks complicated, but actually it’s totally easy. I think I’ll write that one up first with a chart. Do you think anyone would buy it?”
“If you knit up samples in three different colors and sizes, I’m sure we could get five dollars for the pattern.” Jilly frowned. “Make more designs like these. Things that are simple but elegant, just the way you always look. In fact, maybe we should set you up with a website. We can put it right under the Harbor House site. I’ve been thinking of offering a few specialty foods for sale through the website, too.” Jilly drummed her hands on the porch railing. “We could hook you into that big knitting site that you love so much. You could post your sketches and your photographs from Italy. How cool would that be!”
“I don’t know, Jilly.” Olivia was comfortable writing a few informal patterns to sell in their yarn shop, but she wasn’t ready to share them at a huge knitting website. She had no kind of formal training, after all. “No, I don’t think they would be good enough.”
“Just consider it, okay? I’m not pushing you to anything you don’t want to do.” Jilly flipped a dish towel over her shoulder and glanced down to the cove. “I see the two males are bonding over sweat and sticks down on the beach. I’m glad Rafe
Not again.
“Have a nice swim, Rafe,” she said tightly. “I’d better get back to work while my imagination is hot.”
She winced at the word choice. When she tried to avoid his gaze, her eyes fell, trailing across the muscled lines of his chest and the sculpted abs that ran lower, disappearing beneath his worn jeans. The sight made her pulse skip and flutter.
“Have a nice time. Down at the beach. You and Duffy,” she rasped.
“Yes, go on, Rafe. You’re disgusting and sweaty. You and Duffy go clean yourselves up and I’ll have chili ready by the time you get back.” Jilly waved a warning finger at him. “And take care of my dog. Don’t let Duffy get into any trouble down there.”
“Aye, aye, sir.” Rafe gave a mock two-finger salute, shoved his T-shirt into his waistband and called for Duffy. Then the two of them raced toward the beach.
“I think maybe we need to call 911.” Jilly blew out a slow breath. “I forgot how he was built.”
“So did I.” Olivia didn’t bother to lie. When you knew a friend as long as she had known Jilly, lies were generally pointless anyway. “He does look great. I had no idea about that crazy swimming story he told. What if he hadn’t been picked up? He could have died.”
Jilly shook her head. “He’s told me about a few of his crazy adventures. Some of them were worse than that.”
Olivia frowned. “Worse than getting pulled out to sea?”
Jilly gave a rueful smile. “That’s right. But if you want details, you’ll have to ask him yourself.” She turned to search Olivia’s face. “You look like you’re feeling better. The sun and wind have put some color back into your cheeks. Or maybe...it wasn’t just the weather,” Jilly said astutely. “No need to get up. You keep an eye on Rafe and Duffy. I’m going to organize lunch.”
CHAPTER SIX
M AYBE IT WAS the sunny weather after long days of rain. Maybe it was the need for distraction. Either way, Olivia found her pencil flowing in sketch after sketch while Rafe and Duffy ran along the beach. By the time Jilly came out with a small table and lemonade, Olivia had completed four different sweater designs.
She looked down as Duffy was dashing over the sand, chasing the stick that Rafe had thrown through the air. Both of them looked happy and soaking wet from a quick swim in the ocean.
But Jilly was far more interested in Olivia’s sketches then her dog’s antics. “These patterns are great, Livie. I really like that little shrug thing.”
“It looks complicated, but actually it’s totally easy. I think I’ll write that one up first with a chart. Do you think anyone would buy it?”
“If you knit up samples in three different colors and sizes, I’m sure we could get five dollars for the pattern.” Jilly frowned. “Make more designs like these. Things that are simple but elegant, just the way you always look. In fact, maybe we should set you up with a website. We can put it right under the Harbor House site. I’ve been thinking of offering a few specialty foods for sale through the website, too.” Jilly drummed her hands on the porch railing. “We could hook you into that big knitting site that you love so much. You could post your sketches and your photographs from Italy. How cool would that be!”
“I don’t know, Jilly.” Olivia was comfortable writing a few informal patterns to sell in their yarn shop, but she wasn’t ready to share them at a huge knitting website. She had no kind of formal training, after all. “No, I don’t think they would be good enough.”
“Just consider it, okay? I’m not pushing you to anything you don’t want to do.” Jilly flipped a dish towel over her shoulder and glanced down to the cove. “I see the two males are bonding over sweat and sticks down on the beach. I’m glad Rafe
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