Marie turned around, looking almost dazed. “Sorry, what?” She asked, back at Sabrina.
“Mr. dark eyed and delicious? Whatwasthat?”
“Oh!” Marie blinked. She gave a sheepish grin. “I don’t know. That was…that was something.”
Sabrina raised a disbelieving brow. “You’re telling me,Princess.”
Marie put her hands back on her hips and gave Sabrina a look of pure exasperation, even as her cheeks flushed pink.
Sabrina looked down the road and back at Marie with a twinkle in her eye.
“Figures they’re related.” Marie muttered. “I’m serious about that Prada though.”
Sabrina scoffed. “I don’t go anywhere that would require a Prada bag.”
“What about immersion suits for the rescue?” Marie asked.
Sabrina shook her head, walking back toward town. “I don’t play like that.”
Marie shrugged casually. “That man wants to do stuff for you.Expensive stuff. If you don’t tell him where you want the money to go, you’re going to wake up one day to more than a new door. All I’m saying is you need to steer the gifts, or he’s going to drop some serious cash on something you don’t give a shit about.”
Sabrina looked down the road, frowning. “I wish he hadn’t driven away now.”
“Why not?” Marie asked.
“I left my phone at the rescue, and I’d rather straighten things out with Cesare sooner than later.”
Marie’s eyes twinkled as she put her fingers up to her mouth and let out a whistle as loud as an umpire’s whistle.
“What are you doing?” Sabrina laughed.
Marie walked into the middle of the road and whistled once again. She stayed where she was, feet firmly planted inthe center of the road, with an anticipatory grin on her face. A minute later, a familiar truck slowly came back into view.
Sabrina looked back at Marie, who waited in place for Dante to pull up.
The red Dodge came to a slow stop beside Marie, and Dante gave her another once-over. “Princess.” He nodded.
Marie lifted her head imperiously. “Sir.”
“You called?” He drawled.
“I did.” She nodded, a bemused smile beginning to peek through. “Do you know anyone who could give us a ride back to the marine rescue?”
Dante gave an amused grunt as he put the truck into park. “Hop on in.”
“Thank you.” Marie answered as they circled the truck. Marie climbed into the cab of the truck first, sitting beside Dante on the bench seat. Sabrina followed behind, closing the door behind her.
“Why do you sound like you’re from Virginia?” Marie asked Dante as the truck moved once again.
“I don’t sound like I’m from Virginia.” He shook his head, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Yes, sir, you do. It’s faint, but it’s there.” Marie responded matter-of-factly.
A smile played on Dante’s wide mouth as he cast another glance her way. “I lived in Virginia for a few years. And if I have an accent, it’s becauseyouare bringing out the twang.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault?” Marie arched a perfectly manicured brow.
“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded with an easy grin. “Why doyousound like you’re from Virginia?” He asked.
