No Other Love (A Walker Island Romance, Book 2) by Lucy Kevin

too.” Even more than they wanted her to stay on the island, though, he knew that they wanted their sister to find love again. Still, that didn't change his advice. “But even if you think you’d be helping her, and him, too, by meddling, we all know that if they're going to work things out—or not—they need to do it all by themselves.”

CHAPTER NINE
     
    The garden behind the historical society wasn’t large, certainly not as large as the Walker plot, but it had always been one of Morgan’s favorite places. Though it had been planted only twenty years before, it seemed much older, squeezing a grand old mansion’s flower garden into a space half the size. She’d come to the patio that overlooked the flowers and small trees as a kid to get her schoolwork done whenever it didn’t seem likely to happen in a house full of sisters, and now she worked there again, going through her email.
    So far she'd composed a reply to the network about why she thought it would be far better if they filmed her makeover show on the road versus bringing her subjects into the New York studio every time. She'd also read through Juliet’s research on potential supply chains and had sent a couple of messages to celebrities she’d worked with to feel out the likelihood of them coming on her show.
    “I thought I’d find you here,” Brian said.
    She looked up with surprise—and pleasure she couldn't even begin to suppress—as he came up onto the porch to sit down next to her. He’d cleaned up after working in the garden that morning, but there was still a wonderfully earthy, outdoors feel to him. She couldn’t imagine certain people working in an office, and Brian was definitely one of them.
    “Some things don’t change,” Morgan agreed, putting away her laptop as she accepted that she wasn’t going to get any work done with Brian here. Not when being this close to him completely scrambled her brain...and the rest of her, too. “Especially on Walker Island.”
    “Some things have definitely changed. Lots of things, actually.”
    Morgan should have just let it go, but she suddenly couldn't stop herself from challenging him. “Name three.”
    “I can do better than that.” Brian stood up, holding out a hand to her. “Let me show you what’s different. Unless of course...” He didn't finish, just let his challenge linger between them.
    Morgan knew the last thing she needed to do right then was go on a field trip around the island with Brian. After everything he'd said, after he'd held her in his arms, and after the flowers he'd given her, saying yes to this would probably only give him the wrong idea. But how could she run from the challenge in his eyes? And how could she possibly pretend that she didn't love to spend time with him?
    Besides, she would like to see the changes to the island. Morgan had been back a few times since she’d left, a day here and there for Grams’ birthday or one of Charlotte’s recitals, but it had always been a super quick visit. In and out, with no time to do more than toast a bride or carve a Thanksgiving turkey.
    “Okay,” Morgan said as she stood up. “Although the way I remember things growing up, the boats in the harbor getting a fresh coat of paint was a big deal.”
    Brian laughed as he drew her to her feet, and for a moment they were close enough that she could smell the wonderfully clean, masculine scent of him.
    He slung her heavy bag over his shoulder, then led the way out of the historical society into town. He gestured to the left, where a small boutique now sat. “Do you remember what used to be there?”
    “The old candy store.” Morgan could remember saving up her money to buy plenty of sweet stuff as a kid, although she had to admit that these days, the current contents of the windows were probably more to her taste.
    “That’s right,” Brian said. “Mrs. Kiriakis sold her store about a year after you left.”
    He led the way down a winding lane where Morgan