“I’m not a comedian, but I’ve been known to make people laugh.”
Her first laugh rolled into the second one.“See, you did it again.”
Cavin held out his hand.“My name is Cavin Dawson,” he said.His dad taught him to introduce himself by always using his first and last name.
“I’m Georgia,” she replied, “like the state.”
The server began to sweep the broken glass into a dust pan as everyone stood clear of the area that Cavin and Georgia slowly moved away from.
Cavin smiled.“It’s nice to meet you, Georgia.”
“You ever been there?”
“I live there,” he relayed, his eyes widening.
“Are you kidding me, Mr.Comedian?”
“I’m as serious as a stroke.”
Her eyebrows shifted upward.“Don’t you mean a heart attack?”
“Nope, that’s what everyone says.I’m different.”
“You sure are,” she acknowledged.“What part of my name are you from?”
Cavin belted out a laugh.“That’s pretty funny.”
She winked at him.“You’re not the only one with jokes, Cavin Dawson from Georgia.”
It impressed him that she caught and recalled his last name.“I live in Atlanta, but I travel a lot.”
“What brought you to Beaufort?”she inquired.“And don’t say an airplane or car,” she added with a snicker.
Cavin liked her wit and found her blonde hair and blue eyes attractive although he determined she was probably ten years his elder.However, the makeup she applied hid the wrinkles well, and she took great care of herself.He imagined she could introduce him to a local gym.
“I am here on vacation, but I like to mix business with pleasure,” he reeled off with a wink.
Georgia blushed at the flirty nature of his banter.“Let me buy you another drink,” she offered.
“How about I buy you two drinks and you give one of them to me,” Cavin insisted.
“Is that your pick-up line for all the ladies?”she smirked.
“Only the ones who are strong enough to knock a drink out of my hands and make the glass shatter on the floor,” he acknowledged while glancing down.
Georgia smiled and flexed her bicep although well hidden by layers of clothing.
When Cavin and Georgia stepped up to the bar, the bartender filled their order but only charged Cavin for one drink.
“It’s on the house,” he offered with a snicker, “since Georgia spilled yours.”
Tilting her head, Georgia squinted her eyes at him.“You’re too kind, Louie.”
“Thanks,” Cavin replied to Louie, nodding at him before returning his gaze to Georgia.“You must be a regular here if you are on a first-name basis with the bartender,” he added as they drifted from the bar.
“Cavin, this is a small town.Everybody knows everybody,” she explained.“Plus when you are a town councilwoman, you can’t get away with anything.”
“I see.So you run the show here in Beaufort,” Cavin postulated with a smile.
