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“Wait,” Mel stated. “How old are you?”

“I’m 36. My son just turned 18. Thankfully, he didn’t follow in my footsteps. He’s still kid free and off to college soon. He’s with his mom, but I came out here to relax with some friends.”

“And you got roped into building sandcastles with the two pregnant women on the beach?”

“In case no one ever told you, pregnancy adds to your beauty. It doesn’t detract at all.” The sincerity in his tone as he looked Mel in the eyes had me swooning for her.

“Excuse me,” I think Brax needs some help with the kids. “You guys can try to fix my mess.” I got up a lot slower than I hoped to, but eventually made my exit after Trent helped me up and returned to sitting in the sand with Mel.

“What’s going on over there?” Brax asked as I got close enough that he wouldn’t have to speak too loudly.

“I think that’s fate, dealing Mel a better hand than what she had,” I told him.

He glanced back up and watched his friend smile at something Trent said.

“You know who that is, right?” Brax asked.

I shook my head. “No. Should I?”

“If I’m not wrong, that’s Trent Jacobs.” When I still didn’t know who he was talking about, Brax grinned. “He was an Olympic snowboarder. He won a silver before an injury took him out.”

“Oh man, I bet Mel doesn’t know he’s sort of famous.”

“He’s more than sort of famous, sweetheart. He has a company that caters to all sorts of celebrity clientele and other sports figures. He’s been seen hobnobbing with the Hollywood elite for years.”

“Oh, I never would have guessed. He seemed so down to earth.”

“He probably is.”

“Well, he really liked Mel.”

“Yeah?” He glanced back over. “You think she’s okay with the attention?”

“I think she’s more than okay with it. Plus, it will help boost her ego a bit after the hit it took with Rich.”

“Why is that every time I turn around, you’re giving me more reasons to love you?”

“I’m just cool like that,” I mentioned before splashing him and watching the kids laugh at his shocked reaction.

Chapter 19

“Aviva, Mitch Sanderson is in town,” Rich called from the door to my office.

“Did he need to meet with me for any reason?”

“Well, yeah. He invited us both to dinner tonight to thank us for all the work we put into his campaign. The marketing we did boosted their sales through the roof and took the company viral on social media, so he wanted to thank us both for all the time we put into everything.”

“Okay, when is it?”

“Tonight, 7:30 at Tillerman’s.”

“Is he coming alone?”

“No,” Rich stumbled. “I think he’s bringing his wife along.”

“Okay, I will be there at 7:30.”

“I can drive you,” he insisted.

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