She placed down her martini glass and extended her hand. “My name’s Kelsey. I own The Water’s Edge up the street. Hope we can take your mind off the raincloud hovering over your head, Eeyore.

Lilah elbowed her in the side. “Better wipe your mouth, you’re drooling.” Roxie lifted her middle finger. “I’m showing my support.” Lilah waggled her brows. “I bet she wouldn’t mind you supporting her all the way to the bedroom.

However, she’d been telling the truth about one thing—the attraction had become flash powder between them, waiting for the match to drop.

Every flutter in her chest when he sat beside her, every flush to her cheeks after a compliment, and every longer-than-average embrace would end tonight.

From the way his face lit with curiosity to the slight tilt of his jaw, even the lingering scent of brine and breeze gave him away.