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“Come with me.”
Her eyes widened. “Where are we going? I can’t just disappear.”
“But you do get a break, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She still looked hesitantly at him.
“Then let someone know you’ll be gone for a few minutes.”
For a moment, she didn’t move. He was starting to think she was going to refuse him. Then she reached for her phone and sent a text message.
“Since you don’t have much time, I think we’ll take my cart. Come on.” He set off toward the parking area.
“But you still haven’t told me where we’re going.”
“That’s true.” He subdued a smile and kept walking. Once they were both seated in the cart, he started it. “I thought you could use a coffee break.”
A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “I think that sounds like a good idea.”
He failed to mention that he had a few stops along the way, but he liked that she’d trusted him and come with him without knowing where they were going. It said a lot about their relationship and how it had blossomed that summer. Not only was the inn getting a refresh, but so was their relationship. He just hoped when he moved away for work that it wouldn’t ruin the friendship they’d built. He’d like to think when he returned to the island they could still grab some coffee and catch up with each other.
He was up to something.
Of that she was certain. But what?
Sara sat in the passenger seat of his cart as they headed into the heart of Bluestar. When he suddenly pulled to a stop, she glanced around. What was he doing? No one sold coffee here.
Kent got out of the cart, and she followed his lead. When he looked at her, she sent him a what-are-you-doing look.
His smile broadened, making her heart skip a beat. He was so incredibly handsome, but when he smiled, he was even more dashing. And yet she had no idea where their relationship stood. Because when he’d gone to leave the night before, he hadn’t clarified anything with that kiss on the cheek. Did it mean he wanted to see where things were headed? Or was it his way of politely rejecting her?
She wanted to ask him, but every time she went to say something, the words would clog the back of her throat. Now she was left with trying to read something into his actions. It wasn’t helping. All she was doing was confusing herself even further.
He stepped up onto the sidewalk. She thought he was approaching her, but instead he moved to a utility pole and removed a piece of paper from it. It took her a moment to realize the paper was the found kitten notice they’d posted around town for Oreo.
A smile pulled at her lips, but she resisted giving into it. “What are you doing?”
“Removing the notices for Oreo.” His gaze met hers. “After all, he’s no longer lost. He’s home now, right?”
It had been a week now since she’d taken in the kitten. It was a small town. If someone was going to claim her, they would have done it by now.
Sara smiled and nodded. “Oreo is most definitely home.”
“Good. We have a lot of flyers to collect.”
And so they took down the flyers as quickly as possible. Sara liked the thought of no longer being all alone. There was just something so comforting about coming home to the tiny fluff ball whose purr made his entire body vibrate.
Oreo needed a home. And Sara needed a family. It appeared they’d come into each other’s lives at just the right time.
His back ached and his knees throbbed.
Kent slowly got to his feet. He would never let anyone convince him that laying flooring was easy. It didn’t matter what type of flooring it was—vinyl, tile, or wood—working on your knees wasn’t for wimps.
He hoped when his sister returned at the end of the week that she would appreciate all of the hard work. As he stretched out the kinks in his muscles from being hunched over putting in the last pieces of flooring, he glanced around at all the progress they’d made.
The lobby was almost finished. They just had to put back all the pieces—there were a lot of them. Earlier that day the new furniture had been delivered. It was sitting across the room from where he was standing. The pieces were still wrapped in plastic to keep them clean.
Speaking of keeping things clean, he needed to clean up this place before they could move on to the final step of setting the stage or, in this case, the room. He set to work vacuuming and mopping.
