Tim waited near the scene of the crime. “You’re covering for your sister.”
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Call your sister and tell her to come back and pay for them?”
“Oh, she’ll pay me back.” She picked up a bright pink tank top with “Carolina Girl” in white letters. “I know all her secrets.”
She finished paying and walked over to where Tim waited, leaning against the side of a building. “Want a souvenir shirt?”
He grinned at her. “Got any that say ‘southern boys do it better’?”
Nossa Senhora. He had a dimple. Not a cute little girl dimple, more like a Tom Selleck dimple that divided his left cheek.
Her entire lower body clenched.Didthey do it better?Stop! He has a girlfriend. A tall, gorgeous girlfriend.
He didn’t wait for her answer…or provide one of his own. “Going to get your sister?”
“Yes. We’re supposed to go to my friend’s cafe for lunch. Gabby’s paying.”
Damn it, he smiled again.
“I’m heading that way.” He tilted his head the same direction she was headed.
“That’s the way I’m going as well.”
He held out an arm, indicating she should lead the way.
“Did you get, uh…unpacked?” He cleared his throat.
“The boxes are unpacked. I still need to put some stuff away.”
“Hmm.” He stepped behind her as they passed a family pushing a stroller, using his hand on her lower back to steer her through the crowd.
The gentle pressure of his fingers at the base of her spine sent tingles racing up to the fine hairs at the base of her neck and she barely repressed the shiver they caused.
