“Jess, I came up here alone. I had lobster and scallops on my mind—a few days on my own, not romance.”
She gave him one of her mysterious smiles. “I don’t believe you.”
“You think I had you in mind?”
But she stroked hard, pushing her boat ahead of him, and he cursed himself for being so obtuse. He held back, noticing the play of muscles in her arms and shoulders. She was strong. She worked hard, she was smart, she was dedicated.
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