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inn.”
“Hmmm. Have you tried DT’s Kitchen?”
As they strolled beneath a coach light, there was another splash. When a large red claw with a blue rubber band surfaced above the rim of the bucket, she let out a squeal.
Devon chuckled. “Nothing to be scared of. Just a couple of lobsters.”
Of course, everyone walked around after dark with a bucket of lobsters. She had to remember she wasn’t in New York. “Where is DT’s Kitchen?”
“It’s between my living room and the backyard. Wanna join me?”
Another smile touched her lips. “What can I get there?”
“Lobster, shrimp, corn on the cob and golden potatoes. For dessert I’ve got a big serving of me.” His voice deepened. “You interested?”
“Mmmm. Sounds good.” Really good.
Devon’s invitation for Sahara to join him had come from out of left field, but he couldn’t help himself. With moonlight bathing her face and her lips looking so kissable, he’d pretty much lost control. He wanted this woman and there wasn’t any reason to keep making excuses. She would be gone soon. Why not take advantage of a good thing?
“Do you want a ride or meet me there?” he asked.
“My car is right down the street.”
As they continued down the sidewalk, they found Harold out of breath and leaning against her car. When he saw them, he crammed something in his pocket.
“Everything okay, Harold?” Devon asked.
“Those young’uns.” He pointed down the street, before he looked down at the flat tire on Sahara’s car. “They let the air out of your tire.” Devon started to set his bucket and sacks on the ground when Harold grunted. “You two go on with your plans. I’ll get this fixed and have your car delivered to Sleepy Cove.”
Sahara frowned as she gazed down at the tire. “I can’t ask that of you.”
Well hell. This wasn’t exactly how Devon had planned to spend the night. “I’ll change the tire.”
“There be two flat tires,” Harold rushed in to explain. “One on the other side. Unless the lassie be having two spares, you be out of luck. Hand over the keys. I’ll take care of this.”
“Better do as the ol’ barnacle says.” Devon looked over his shoulder to see Byron move out of the shadows, Errol behind him.
Errol tapped his cane on the sidewalk as he joined them. “When the man’s mind is made up, it’s made up. We’ll call Larry. He’ll take care of everything.”
Devon glanced at the tire and then Harold. “Are you sure?”
“You be questioning me abilities to make a damn telephone call?” Harold grumbled.
“No, sir.”
“Keys!” he barked.
Without another word, Sahara dug into her purse and handed the man her keys.
Byron leaned against the car beside Harold. “You two have a nice evening.”
Devon didn’t quite know what to do. It went against the grain to let these three elderly men do something he was completely capable of doing. But they did say they would be calling Larry, one of the local mechanics. In the end, he thanked them and he and Sahara went on their way.
By the time they pulled in front of his house and climbed out of the truck, his body was demanding hers. The scent of vanilla with something spicy was intoxicating. There was the short, yellow sundress and heels she wore. The vision of her long legs wrapped around his waist was something that just wouldn’t go away.
Devon gathered the lobsters and groceries from the back of the truck. He had left the lights on and hadn’t locked his door because he knew he’d be right back.
When he awkwardly reached for the door, she said, “Let me get that.” Stepping to the side, she allowed him entrance and followed him into the kitchen.
After he set the pail in the sink, he placed the remaining groceries on the marble counter top next to the refrigerator. Next to his grill on the deck, he had a large propane cooking pot already filled with water. He had even prepared the herb sack before he’d left to go shopping. All that was left
“Hmmm. Have you tried DT’s Kitchen?”
As they strolled beneath a coach light, there was another splash. When a large red claw with a blue rubber band surfaced above the rim of the bucket, she let out a squeal.
Devon chuckled. “Nothing to be scared of. Just a couple of lobsters.”
Of course, everyone walked around after dark with a bucket of lobsters. She had to remember she wasn’t in New York. “Where is DT’s Kitchen?”
“It’s between my living room and the backyard. Wanna join me?”
Another smile touched her lips. “What can I get there?”
“Lobster, shrimp, corn on the cob and golden potatoes. For dessert I’ve got a big serving of me.” His voice deepened. “You interested?”
“Mmmm. Sounds good.” Really good.
Devon’s invitation for Sahara to join him had come from out of left field, but he couldn’t help himself. With moonlight bathing her face and her lips looking so kissable, he’d pretty much lost control. He wanted this woman and there wasn’t any reason to keep making excuses. She would be gone soon. Why not take advantage of a good thing?
“Do you want a ride or meet me there?” he asked.
“My car is right down the street.”
As they continued down the sidewalk, they found Harold out of breath and leaning against her car. When he saw them, he crammed something in his pocket.
“Everything okay, Harold?” Devon asked.
“Those young’uns.” He pointed down the street, before he looked down at the flat tire on Sahara’s car. “They let the air out of your tire.” Devon started to set his bucket and sacks on the ground when Harold grunted. “You two go on with your plans. I’ll get this fixed and have your car delivered to Sleepy Cove.”
Sahara frowned as she gazed down at the tire. “I can’t ask that of you.”
Well hell. This wasn’t exactly how Devon had planned to spend the night. “I’ll change the tire.”
“There be two flat tires,” Harold rushed in to explain. “One on the other side. Unless the lassie be having two spares, you be out of luck. Hand over the keys. I’ll take care of this.”
“Better do as the ol’ barnacle says.” Devon looked over his shoulder to see Byron move out of the shadows, Errol behind him.
Errol tapped his cane on the sidewalk as he joined them. “When the man’s mind is made up, it’s made up. We’ll call Larry. He’ll take care of everything.”
Devon glanced at the tire and then Harold. “Are you sure?”
“You be questioning me abilities to make a damn telephone call?” Harold grumbled.
“No, sir.”
“Keys!” he barked.
Without another word, Sahara dug into her purse and handed the man her keys.
Byron leaned against the car beside Harold. “You two have a nice evening.”
Devon didn’t quite know what to do. It went against the grain to let these three elderly men do something he was completely capable of doing. But they did say they would be calling Larry, one of the local mechanics. In the end, he thanked them and he and Sahara went on their way.
By the time they pulled in front of his house and climbed out of the truck, his body was demanding hers. The scent of vanilla with something spicy was intoxicating. There was the short, yellow sundress and heels she wore. The vision of her long legs wrapped around his waist was something that just wouldn’t go away.
Devon gathered the lobsters and groceries from the back of the truck. He had left the lights on and hadn’t locked his door because he knew he’d be right back.
When he awkwardly reached for the door, she said, “Let me get that.” Stepping to the side, she allowed him entrance and followed him into the kitchen.
After he set the pail in the sink, he placed the remaining groceries on the marble counter top next to the refrigerator. Next to his grill on the deck, he had a large propane cooking pot already filled with water. He had even prepared the herb sack before he’d left to go shopping. All that was left
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