her before focusing back on the street. “Did you want to join me for breakfast?”
“No, thank you.” She had a number of things she had to do. “Tell me where to meet you and when.”
“How about the corner diner in about an hour and a half?” he suggested.
“Great.”
In no time they were back at the beach, but there was no party going on, only an elderly man with a metal detector. When he saw them he waved and Devon waved back.
“What’s he doing?” she asked.
“Trying to locate the crackers and forks we left behind last night.”
“That’s Mr. McDougal?”
Devon glanced at her. “Yeah. How’d you know?”
She winked, leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek before she scooted toward the door and let herself out. Without looking back, she headed toward her car. When she opened the door, her cell phone was ringing. As she climbed in, she reached for the console, popped it open to retrieve her telephone and propped it against her shoulder as she started the car.
“Hello.”
“Sahara?”
“Valerie.” She’d forgotten she’d asked Valerie to call her today. “Did you present Nick with my proposal?”
“Yes. And, Sahara…” Her assistant paused, before her voice squealed, “He loved it.”
Sahara couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. She knew her boss would go for a resort in Whispering Cove. It was a perfect place for overworked CEOs who needed to unwind. There was no doubt in her mind there was money to be made in this project. The sleepy coastal town was perfect. Now that she’d located the right piece of land, maybe everything would fall into place. Hell, maybe she might even make partner soon.
“What does your brother think of your idea?” Valerie asked.
“I haven’t said anything to him. I want to make sure it’s a go before I surprise him.” Sahara pulled onto the main street and headed to Sleepy Cove. She glanced at the clock on the radio. It was already ten o’clock. “Valerie, you should see this place. It has antique charm about it. The people are warm and friendly. It’s perfect.” Leo would be proud of her and maybe she could bring some culture to the town. And, since this would be her brainchild, maybe she could get back several times a year. But it wasn’t Leo who was on her mind when she pulled in front of the inn and stopped.
Valerie laughed. “You’re making me jealous.”
She’d be envious if she knew how Sahara had spent her night and morning. The thought put a smile on her face.
“I’m hoping to find the perfect location today. If I do, I’ll call and leave you a message with the details. You can dig into it and discover the particulars tomorrow. Valerie?”
“Yes?”
“This can wait until tomorrow.”
Again, her assistant chuckled. “You’re one to talk. Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation and enjoying yourself?”
“I’m enjoying myself.” Thoughts of Devon rose, the way he’d cherished her lips, her body, this morning. Goose bumps rose across her arms.
“You got some last night!” When Sahara didn’t respond, Valerie continued. “Who is he? Is he gorgeous? I want details.”
Now it was Sahara’s turn to giggle. She was shocked by the girlish sound she made. “He’s amazing.”
“Tell me more,” Valerie encouraged. “What’s his name?”
“Devon Taylor.”
“Handsome?”
“He leaves me speechless.” And that was putting it mildly.
“I don’t have to worry about you?”
She turned off the car. “Not in the least.” Opening the door, she exited and hurried toward the door. “Gotta go. Love ya. Chat later.” She disconnected the telephone as she entered the inn and raced up the stairs to her room.
Chapter Four
Devon’s head was spinning with the activity of the last couple of days. He grabbed the handle of his suitcase and heaved it out of the back of his truck. A frantic call midday Sunday had him cutting his date short with Sahara, driving to Bar Harbor and jumping a plane to
“No, thank you.” She had a number of things she had to do. “Tell me where to meet you and when.”
“How about the corner diner in about an hour and a half?” he suggested.
“Great.”
In no time they were back at the beach, but there was no party going on, only an elderly man with a metal detector. When he saw them he waved and Devon waved back.
“What’s he doing?” she asked.
“Trying to locate the crackers and forks we left behind last night.”
“That’s Mr. McDougal?”
Devon glanced at her. “Yeah. How’d you know?”
She winked, leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek before she scooted toward the door and let herself out. Without looking back, she headed toward her car. When she opened the door, her cell phone was ringing. As she climbed in, she reached for the console, popped it open to retrieve her telephone and propped it against her shoulder as she started the car.
“Hello.”
“Sahara?”
“Valerie.” She’d forgotten she’d asked Valerie to call her today. “Did you present Nick with my proposal?”
“Yes. And, Sahara…” Her assistant paused, before her voice squealed, “He loved it.”
Sahara couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. She knew her boss would go for a resort in Whispering Cove. It was a perfect place for overworked CEOs who needed to unwind. There was no doubt in her mind there was money to be made in this project. The sleepy coastal town was perfect. Now that she’d located the right piece of land, maybe everything would fall into place. Hell, maybe she might even make partner soon.
“What does your brother think of your idea?” Valerie asked.
“I haven’t said anything to him. I want to make sure it’s a go before I surprise him.” Sahara pulled onto the main street and headed to Sleepy Cove. She glanced at the clock on the radio. It was already ten o’clock. “Valerie, you should see this place. It has antique charm about it. The people are warm and friendly. It’s perfect.” Leo would be proud of her and maybe she could bring some culture to the town. And, since this would be her brainchild, maybe she could get back several times a year. But it wasn’t Leo who was on her mind when she pulled in front of the inn and stopped.
Valerie laughed. “You’re making me jealous.”
She’d be envious if she knew how Sahara had spent her night and morning. The thought put a smile on her face.
“I’m hoping to find the perfect location today. If I do, I’ll call and leave you a message with the details. You can dig into it and discover the particulars tomorrow. Valerie?”
“Yes?”
“This can wait until tomorrow.”
Again, her assistant chuckled. “You’re one to talk. Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation and enjoying yourself?”
“I’m enjoying myself.” Thoughts of Devon rose, the way he’d cherished her lips, her body, this morning. Goose bumps rose across her arms.
“You got some last night!” When Sahara didn’t respond, Valerie continued. “Who is he? Is he gorgeous? I want details.”
Now it was Sahara’s turn to giggle. She was shocked by the girlish sound she made. “He’s amazing.”
“Tell me more,” Valerie encouraged. “What’s his name?”
“Devon Taylor.”
“Handsome?”
“He leaves me speechless.” And that was putting it mildly.
“I don’t have to worry about you?”
She turned off the car. “Not in the least.” Opening the door, she exited and hurried toward the door. “Gotta go. Love ya. Chat later.” She disconnected the telephone as she entered the inn and raced up the stairs to her room.
Chapter Four
Devon’s head was spinning with the activity of the last couple of days. He grabbed the handle of his suitcase and heaved it out of the back of his truck. A frantic call midday Sunday had him cutting his date short with Sahara, driving to Bar Harbor and jumping a plane to
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