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Plus, this place is right on the water. It wasn’t as nice as I would have wanted for our first date, as the restaurant is a little antiquated, but the views of the ocean are incredible. I was also able to easily snag a reservation, and at sunset, no less. The food ends up being delicious.

The server places the wineglasses in front of us. “Do you want to see the dessert menu?”

“Yes.” My response is quick. “It doesn’t hurt to look,” I say with a shrug.

If my gut is correct, Scarlett wants dessert but is too polite to say so, especially after saying yes to another drink, which I wasn’t sure she was going to go for.

“Yeah, okay,” she agrees, while the server places two dessert menus in front of us.

“Everything looks so good,” I say while perusing the menu. “Especially the chocolate chip cookie with ice cream.” Lettie is a sucker for ‌a good cookie.

“It really does.”

“Should we split it, or get a few different kinds to see which one is best?”

“How about I get the classic with vanilla ice cream, and you pick one that sounds good?” she suggests.

Her eyes light up when both our desserts arrive, two different cookies with two different flavors of ice cream that we both share.

“Wow! They are both so delicious. I can’t decide which one I like better!” she gushes.

I concur. Everything was divine.

“Next time I’m on the Cape, I’m coming back here and ordering more!” she admits.

“Do you come down to the Cape often?”

“This was just my second time, but if Sebastian gets that property…” She trails off and crosses her fingers.

“He’d be a fool not to.”

“Right? I hope he can convince the owner to sell.”

“He will,” I say with false confidence. I can’t really promise that, especially since Sebastian isn’t really a salesman, but I can always jump in to help if needed. Their nonprofit would do so much good here. “We will have to come back to celebrate together when that happens.”

“It’s a deal.” She reaches out her hand to shake on it. As soon as our fingers touch, a zap of electricity goes through me, but I do my best to ignore the sensation.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Scarlett

The next morning, I step inside the old repair shop, foot sticking to the bottom of its cement floor.

A short, stocky man in his late fifties, or early sixties, pops into the small office area behind the lone computer.

“I’m Moe.” He wraps his fingers in his porn mustache. “Are you the couple with the silver sedan that was towed in last night?”

I’m about to correct him, but Calvin answers first. “Yes,” he says, voice firm.

“Okay. It’s not ready yet, but it will be very soon. I will call when it’s all set.”

I turn behind me to face Calvin for his reaction, but his eyes are bright, and his smile is soft as he just shrugs his shoulders to say, what can ya do?

I raise my shoulders and drop them in response, well, not much. Because what can you do except be at the mercy of this mechanic?

But…

Isn’t he anxious to get back to the city?