Page 9 of Visions of You

And I sure wasn’t interested in a guest, despite the gorgeous pair of bedroom eyes staring at me. However, I was still an employee. Though not leading dives today, I should be helpful.

I smiled at the stranger. “Hi, I’m April.”

“I know who you are.” He didn’t smile back as his eyes held mine. His voice was deep yet smooth, like fine whisky.

I swallowed reflexively.

Again, I was surprised. How had word gotten around that I was here? Hopefully, he wasn’t a creepy guest, though he wasn’t friendly either.

Guess I’ll find out.

“Can I help you get checked in at the dive shop?” I lifted my right arm to point toward the pathway.

His lips moved in what was almost—but not quite—a smirk. “I’m not a diver.”

Then, without another word, he pushed away from the wall and strolled off the patio toward the guest cottages.

My mouth dropped open as I stood there watching him.

God, what an asshole!

Flustered heat spread over my face as I watched him walk away in jeans that looked like he was born wearing them. Wide, muscular shoulders tapered to trim hips.

I took a deep breath and muttered, “Why were you near the dive shop if you’re not a diver? And why do I care, anyway?”

No one but a small yellow bird replied. It landed on the deck railing and chirped at me.

At least you’re friendly.

Surly guests weren’t the best part of my job, but at least they were temporary. They all left eventually.

Hopefully, Hot Grumpy Guy was on his way out.

A noise distracted me, and I turned as a man around my age walked towardShark Bait. Four BCDs were slung over his shoulders, and I trotted to catch him. “You want some help with that?”

He swung around and smiled. Several inches shorter than thesurly yet glorious man who had just left, he had neat brown hair and warm, friendly eyes. He lowered his right shoulder and the two BCDs slipped off. “Sure. Are you April?”

I bent down and picked one up in each hand, carrying them by the handle in the back of the vest. “I am. Looking forward to diving.”

“I’m Wyatt. Nice to meet you.”

I grinned. “Maia’s husband! Congratulations.”

He smiled, and there was something shy in it that endeared him to me. As if he still couldn’t believe the changes in his life. “Thanks. It’s a pretty exciting time around here.”

Wyatt beckoned to me, and we boarded the dive boat. He gave me a quick tour, and my first impression ofShark Baitwas confirmed when I looked closer. It was spotless and well-maintained. Calypso Key Resort ran a tight operation.

“Is Maia down here somewhere?” I asked him.

“Yeah. She’s in the dive shop. Corbin, our instructor, and I are leading the two dive groups today, and she’s leading a snorkeling group. Go ahead and check in with her. Corbin will be along any minute to help me.” Wyatt gave me a sunny smile. “You’ll be helping soon enough. Enjoy the break while you can.”

I laughed in return and hopped back onto the brick pathway. The glass door into the dive shop lay in the middle of the one-story building. I opened it and entered an air-conditioned room filled with the sharp scent of neoprene, a scent I instantly recognized.

I was home.

The open area was filled with wetsuits, and displays of fins, regulators, and BCDs lined the walls. Resort T-shirts and rash guards hung from circular racks. A long glass counter lay on the other side of the room, and Maia and a man stood behind it, studying a piece of paper attached to a clipboard. They both looked up when I entered, and Maia grinned.

“Good morning!”

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