Page 20 of Love Over Easy

Back in my office, I once again find myself with too much thinking time. I turn my head to look out the window where I have an excellent view of the marina. My feet drop to the floor and I sit up in my seat when I see a mob of people at the old marina diner. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but the diner has been closed for years.

I take my keys from the hook beside the door and tell Sadie where I’m going. I’m in my truck and pulling into the parking lot of the marina in less than five minutes. As I’m getting out, that’s when I see what all the commotion is about. I dig around in my truck and find a somewhat clean t-shirt and storm down the dock and over to the diner.

“Break it up or I’m going to arrest you all for assembling without a license.” I push my way through the slobbering assholes until I get to Shy. I also find my best friend’s mom, Hannah Murphy, and his girlfriend, Kimberly. My gaze goes to Shyanne. She has on those black skin-hugging leggings and a shirt that fits like a second skin. Every ripple of her abs is defined by the tight shirt and her nipples are clearly defined—as I’m sure every asshole here has noticed. I wish I could rearrange the semi I have going on in my pants.

When I’m standing in front of Shy, she tips her head back to see me. My brow spikes into my hairline as I hand her the t-shirt. “Put this on or I’m going to arrest you for indecent exposure.” The glare I receive has me sticking the shirt in my back pocket.

“David Caldwell!” Hannah says in a dressing down tone that I’ve heard many times before.

I turn and find Kimberly with her arms crossed over her chest and a smirk on her face. My glare should be answer enough, but then she chuckles and smiles at me like she’s privy to a secret.

“The show’s over, folks. Get out of here.” Amid a rumble of protest, goodbyes, and promises to see her later, the guys leave. They will not be seeing Shy later. I scowl at them until they’re in the marina parking lot. I turn back to the three remaining—Hannah, Kimberly, and Shy.

“What’s going on here?” I ask.

Hannah speaks up first. “I was just showing Shyanne the old diner and then they all showed up.”

“Yeah,” Kimberly agrees. “Shyanne is interested in reopening it.”

I turn to her and ask, “Why?”

“Because it’s something I’d really like to do. I met Kimberly as I was running on the beach and she mentioned this place.”

I connect with Shy’s eyes. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

She picks up on my concerns. “I do. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”

“I think it’s an excellent idea,” Hannah says. “I told Shyanne she can have the building rent-free just to have something to offer our customers at the marina. Everyone hated that we had to close.”

Shyanne’s eyes light up as she tells me, “It’s perfect. I’ll start out with just serving lunch. Eleven to two. Then we’ll see. Maybe I’ll add breakfast or dinner.”

The three women start their own conversation about cleaning, ordering supplies, and setting an opening date. It looks like this is happening soon. After going through so much, it’s good to see Shy happy and smiling.

The breakfast Shy fixed this morning was great. I’m not sure I believe she’s a chef, not with a body like hers. Plus, I’ve never seen a chef with bruises all over her body. This leads my thoughts right back to maybe she was in an accident. No. I know a fist imprint when I see it.

I don’t pick up a dangerous vibe from Shyanne. In fact, the exact opposite. She seems very mild and a bit timid. Even now, she’s trying not to show how excited she is. Almost like she thinks she doesn’t deserve to be happy.

I rub my hand over my face. The safety of Faire Island is solely in my hands. I’ll keep a close eye on Shy and if I get even the slightest inkling her intentions are anything but honorable, I’ll have her on the next ferry out.

I leave the women at the diner. I assume Kimberly brought Shy and I’m sure she’ll get her home.

Back at the office, I open up the computer and scan the database for missing persons. I know I promised Shy I would trust her, but I need answers. Finding no one that matches Shy’s description, I do another search for stolen money and bank robberies. I come up empty there as well.

I’m going to take her at her word and hopefully get some answers from her soon.

Later that day, as soon as I step in the front door of my home, the aroma has me salivating and heading towards the kitchen. Finding Shy bent over the open oven door makes my dick rouse. Her ass is tight and round in all the right places.

Staying out of her striking range, I wait until she sits whatever delicious-smelling hot thing she got out of the oven down on the counter before I say, “Something smells good.”

She whirls around and grasps her chest. “David. I didn’t hear you come in.”

She’s obviously showered and changed. She no longer has those tight running clothes on. Now she has a pair of black workout shorts and one of those sports bra things with a loose tank over it. She’s a walking medical poster for muscles of the body. Hers are perfection.

I wheeze out, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. What smells so good?”

“Why don’t you go wash up and I’ll serve our plates, and you can find out.”

“So you’re saying no snacking?”

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