Page 54 of Sheltered By Love

That’s not exactly where I’d have picked. A bar isn’t really a place to talk about antique diamonds and jewelry design.

A crack of thunder makes Roger jump in his pen and gives me a minute to tap out a text.

I’m not taking my clients to a bar!

“Do you know Blueskin Bay?” I ask her.

Just take her there.

Just like that. No explanation. Just do it. Like I’m a Marine and he’s commanding me.

“Not very well. I know Carey’s Creek a little,” Riley says.

I crouch down and pet Roger as I rattle off a few directions. “I can ask Nicki to email them to you,” I say.

Hail starts to patter on the overhead as she agrees. “Is there anywhere to get coffee?” she asks.

The damn cell vibrates again.

Jax makes great coffee at the OUTRIGGER.

I grit my teeth as I accept defeat. “Yes. There is. I’ll send you directions to the Outrigger,” I hear myself say.

Zane

As hail starts to hammer the roofing iron, it’s so loud that it drowns out Felicity saying goodbye.

I hang the phone up and glance at the window, grateful Noah wasn’t caught in this.

Mom probably would have called it divine intervention, and maybe it was.

If Noah hadn’t decided to take his father’s old dinghy out, I wouldn’t have learned two things about Felicity.

She’s definitely seen me naked.

She knows how to text. Quickly.

That means she hasn’t always been averse to technology.

All of which leads me exactly nowhere to figuring out who Felicity Michaels is and how she wound up here.

But the phone call does tell me her client isn’t from Blueskin Bay, and if they meet at his bar, I can ask Jax to listen in and report back to me.

I scribble a few notes about the phone call and the client’s name and since I’m feeling generous, fire out a text to Levi to see if he wants to switch places with me.

Jax will be in his van, but Levi will be in the run-down boat club, and none too pleased about it.

My finger hovers over the send button, but for the dumbest reason, I hesitate.

Garrett’s voice seems to echo in my thoughts. Levi would do more than dance with her.

I flex my hand and look out the window again.

The harbor is a frenzy of white foam, visibility is bad, the old boat shed leaks has no indoor plumbing, and has asbestos in the ceiling but all I can think about is Levi having dinner with Felicity up here in the dark.

Levi. The guy who once snuck two different girls into his room on the same weekend.

I reword the text and don’t hesitate to send it.

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