she’s his inspiration.”
“I’m not sure what she is or how long she’s staying. He booked a room for her; I gave her Room 7.”
On this parting shot, Sabrina gingerly carried the full and very hot teapot into the dini ng room. Her destination was a lace-covered buffet situated in the corner of the room. Once her burden was in place, she returned for the cream and sugar bowls. She studiously ignored the low-toned voices of the couple seated by the window.
On her way back to the kitchen, Meredith called to her. With an inward sigh, she moved toward their table.
“Would it be too much trouble for you to make coffee? I don’t care for tea.”
Giving him a wintry smile that merely amused him, Sabrina replied, “No trouble at all.”
B y the time she returned with the coffee, another two couples had made their appearance. She set the small carafe in front of Meredith. “I hope I didn’t make it too strong for you.”
“ It’s more likely you didn’t make it strong enough.”
Longing to tell him that in the future he could make it himself, Sabrina drifted to the next table. Here she found all the appreciation for her efforts that she could have wished. While she listened to a recital of various cake recipes, she couldn’t help hearing the conversation taking place at the table behind her. Juliet was speaking, and it appeared she was doing her best to be accommodating.
“I promised I would n’t get in your way, and I mean to keep my word. During the day, I can sunbathe and catch up on my sketching. There’s so much here I can use. I’d forgotten how lovely this place is.”
Meredit h’s low laugh was disbelieving. “That all sounds good in theory, but writers don’t keep to a certain schedule. What will you do should I choose to write all night?”
“ Hopefully, you won’t need to – at least while I’m here.”
Sabrina was n’t able to hear his reply, much to her disappointment. She’d been asked a question and had to respond. By the time this lengthy conversation was over, Meredith and his lovely companion had departed.
It appeared Juliet had more or less invited herself along, and what man in his right mind would refuse her. She was distracting in the best sense of the word. Sabrina wondered how much writing Meredith would actually accomplish.
During her walk the following morning, she ran into John, Casey’s imperfect boyfriend. She was surprised when instead of merely greeting her and continuing on his way, he joined her.
“This is the best time of day to enjoy the beach,” he said in a friendly tone. “Not too hot and not too crowded.”
“Oh, I agree. Since I’ve been here, this has become part of my morning routine.”
“U ntil recently you were in college, weren’t you? Casey mentioned that you came to her rescue.”
“I graduated in May with a teaching degree and was supposed to go to Europe for a month this summer, but I couldn’t turn Casey down.”
He smiled wryly and shook his head. “You gave up Europe for Tybee Island? Your affection for Casey must run deep.”
“There’s not much I wouldn’t do for her.” She did n’t notice her companion’s speculative glance.
“Me, either, but it doesn’t seem to be helping my cause.” Startled to be the recipient of such sentiments, Sabrina remained silent. John didn’t appear to share her reticence. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”
She hadn’t until she’d collided with Meredith outside the door of her classroom. “I think that when two people meet, all sorts of things can happen.”
“ I’m having a hard time convincing Casey that I’m serious.”
“ Time should take care of that. You’re going to have to be patient. Anything worth having is worth waiting for.”
“ I’m not a very patient person,” he admitted ruefully.
By this time, t hey had arrived at the path that led to the inn. Sabrina stopped walking and turned to John with a grin. “Is anyone patient when it comes to love?
“I’m not sure what she is or how long she’s staying. He booked a room for her; I gave her Room 7.”
On this parting shot, Sabrina gingerly carried the full and very hot teapot into the dini ng room. Her destination was a lace-covered buffet situated in the corner of the room. Once her burden was in place, she returned for the cream and sugar bowls. She studiously ignored the low-toned voices of the couple seated by the window.
On her way back to the kitchen, Meredith called to her. With an inward sigh, she moved toward their table.
“Would it be too much trouble for you to make coffee? I don’t care for tea.”
Giving him a wintry smile that merely amused him, Sabrina replied, “No trouble at all.”
B y the time she returned with the coffee, another two couples had made their appearance. She set the small carafe in front of Meredith. “I hope I didn’t make it too strong for you.”
“ It’s more likely you didn’t make it strong enough.”
Longing to tell him that in the future he could make it himself, Sabrina drifted to the next table. Here she found all the appreciation for her efforts that she could have wished. While she listened to a recital of various cake recipes, she couldn’t help hearing the conversation taking place at the table behind her. Juliet was speaking, and it appeared she was doing her best to be accommodating.
“I promised I would n’t get in your way, and I mean to keep my word. During the day, I can sunbathe and catch up on my sketching. There’s so much here I can use. I’d forgotten how lovely this place is.”
Meredit h’s low laugh was disbelieving. “That all sounds good in theory, but writers don’t keep to a certain schedule. What will you do should I choose to write all night?”
“ Hopefully, you won’t need to – at least while I’m here.”
Sabrina was n’t able to hear his reply, much to her disappointment. She’d been asked a question and had to respond. By the time this lengthy conversation was over, Meredith and his lovely companion had departed.
It appeared Juliet had more or less invited herself along, and what man in his right mind would refuse her. She was distracting in the best sense of the word. Sabrina wondered how much writing Meredith would actually accomplish.
During her walk the following morning, she ran into John, Casey’s imperfect boyfriend. She was surprised when instead of merely greeting her and continuing on his way, he joined her.
“This is the best time of day to enjoy the beach,” he said in a friendly tone. “Not too hot and not too crowded.”
“Oh, I agree. Since I’ve been here, this has become part of my morning routine.”
“U ntil recently you were in college, weren’t you? Casey mentioned that you came to her rescue.”
“I graduated in May with a teaching degree and was supposed to go to Europe for a month this summer, but I couldn’t turn Casey down.”
He smiled wryly and shook his head. “You gave up Europe for Tybee Island? Your affection for Casey must run deep.”
“There’s not much I wouldn’t do for her.” She did n’t notice her companion’s speculative glance.
“Me, either, but it doesn’t seem to be helping my cause.” Startled to be the recipient of such sentiments, Sabrina remained silent. John didn’t appear to share her reticence. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”
She hadn’t until she’d collided with Meredith outside the door of her classroom. “I think that when two people meet, all sorts of things can happen.”
“ I’m having a hard time convincing Casey that I’m serious.”
“ Time should take care of that. You’re going to have to be patient. Anything worth having is worth waiting for.”
“ I’m not a very patient person,” he admitted ruefully.
By this time, t hey had arrived at the path that led to the inn. Sabrina stopped walking and turned to John with a grin. “Is anyone patient when it comes to love?
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