I shook my head. “Nope. Generally, unless it’s an office sport, I probably haven’t tried it.”
“Office sport.” Harley tossed his head back and laughed. “Bug this old man to take you out on the boat. Sunshine Key has a lot to offer in terms of water sports.”
Dec was glaring a hole in Harley’s head, but I thought his idea was excellent. “I’d love that.”
“It’s a done deal, then.” Harley shot me one last wink and then he was gone, whistling as he walked to his truck.
I turned back to Dec to give him grief for being so irritable, but he held out a manilla envelope. “Found this on your doorstep.”
A quick glance told me it was from Justin’s lawyers. “Ugh. I doubt I want that.”
Dec shrugged, trying to force me to take the envelope. “Would you rather stay married?”
I snatched it out of his hands. “You’re right.”
He leaned closer, his hand coming up to cup his ear. “I’m sorry. Say that again?”
I whacked his chest with the envelope while he chuckled, the sound of his laugh making my lungs need more oxygen. “Step out of the way, salt life. I need to call my lawyer.” I breezed by him into the house, intent on hiring Mel Cheatum and being done with all this back-and-forth with Justin’s lawyers. Plus I needed to tell Mel that I was officially staying for the year.
“Hey, Kenna?” Dec called from the doorway.
I turned to see him hesitating there. “Yeah?”
“Don’t date Harley.”
I blinked. I had to have heard him wrong. Walking back over, I squinted up at the man. He was leaning against my doorframe, looking all kinds of hot with his hands jammed into his jeans pockets, making his arms flex indecently. I could just make out the black cord around his neck and the tan skin leading to the neckline of his T-shirt.
“Excuse me?”
Dec lifted his head, those whiskey eyes pleading with me. “Just don’t. He’s not right for you.”
I held the divorce papers in my hands from one man who had tried to tell me what to do. And I had. I’d changed who I was to conform to what he wanted as a wife. Look where that got me.
Poking Dec in the chest with the corner of the envelope, I stood a little taller. “I’ll date who I want, Mr. Boggs.”
Chapter Twelve
Dec
I’d been coming home earlier and earlier this week after spending my mornings fishing. I told myself it was because of the stifling hot summer weather, but it was mostly to see what else Kenna had thrown away. She’d had a dumpster delivered to her driveway on Monday, and every time I came home, she had more shit piled in it.
My phone dinged with an incoming text from Harley before I even shut off the engine. He’d been bugging me daily about scheduling a boat day with Kenna. This was exactly why I hadn’t been in a hurry to introduce the two of them. Harley would make everything more complicated just because he loved to see me pissed.
Harley: Last chance, jackass. If you won’t invite her, I’ll do it myself tonight.
Me: Fuck off.
Me: Don’t contact her.
Harley: You have until seven tonight.
Me: I hate you.
Harley: Nah. You fucking love me, bro.
I sent him the middle finger emoji and slid the phone in my pocket before getting out of the truck. I didn’t need my best friend brokering a date with a woman for me.
Kenna’s door swung open and she exited the house, backside first in those hideous sunshine shorts. I squinted, trying to make out what she had in her hands. Then I started chuckling. The woman was dragging long green and gold sheets of wallpaper with jagged edges to the dumpster. Stepping over the hedge, I met up with her when she came back up the porch stairs empty-handed, tendrils of auburn hair sticking to her sweaty neck.