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was thankful, until Sahara began to speak.
    “Yes, but I also wanted to see for myself what it was about this town that has my brother mesmerized.”
    With each slow, seductive word Devon felt as if she began to weave a spell around him. It got worse when she stroked him from head to toe and back again with a sexy sweep of her gaze, which ignited every nerve ending in his body.
    She inhaled, raising her delectable breasts as she added, “I think I’ve discovered the allure.”
    Whoa! Wait a minute! Did Leo’s sister just hit on him?
    Sahara lowered long, thick lashes and peered up through them at him. “Maybe you could show me around town tonight?”
    Yep . The hot, gorgeous woman was hitting on him.
    Leo chuckled. “Sis, you might as well have ‘I’m new in town’ stamped on your forehead. The first beach party of the season in Whispering Cove is an all day-all night affair.”
    Devon cleared his now parched throat. Now why did the word affair bring to mind her perfect golden body lying against white silk sheets—lying against him? When his vision smiled up at him again, he mentally shook his head in an attempt to dismiss his wayward thoughts. “Of course, the evening is for all the diehard partiers.” He attempted a laugh, but it came out a little weak.
    “I guess I’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” She cocked her head and nibbled lightly on her bottom lip, clearly expecting Devon to respond.
    “Tomorrow? Uhm. Well. I have to meet a client.” It wasn’t a lie.
    Devon had promised Reece he’d speak with Alexis Miller, the woman who had purchased Ol’ Lady Landry’s home. She planned on modernizing the old Victorian house. But it was a heritage home and without permits, she couldn’t move forward, and he seriously doubted she’d get them with the changes she had in mind. Reece was a licensed preservation contractor, the only one in town, if she chose to change her mind and restore it to its original condition. Even if she decided to preserve the place, and wanted to hire them, they were keeping their schedule light in case Tabby went into labor. This was a courtesy meeting. He could move the time to earlier in the morning, and Lord knew he wanted to, but this was the perfect excuse to gracefully bow out of hanging with Sahara. There was something about this woman that messed with his mind—made his body go haywire. He didn’t need this.
    “Hey, Red? Are you going to play?” Cordell Farr hollered. The local veterinarian, who worked with Jacob Collins, struck the volleyball and it flew over the net.
    Sahara turned her dreamy fuck-me eyes to Devon. “Do you play ?”
    It was difficult for Devon not to read things into what she said, but it was the sexy way she said it that had his heart beating a little faster. Then there was the way she drank him up with one look, sending his mind reeling. He tipped his head from left to right, listening to his tight muscles and tendons crackle and pop.
    “Sure.” He kicked his sandals off and reached for the hem of his T-shirt.
     
    Sahara watched as Devon unveiled firmly sculpted muscles and dark golden skin. Female appreciation touched her lips as she visually skimmed across his defined six-pack. What she would give to reach out and touch his bulging biceps, trace those sensual veins in his arms with her fingertips. A light sprinkle of dark hair graced his broad chest, thinning as it slipped south to disappear into his boardshorts. Although loose, the material didn’t hide the fact he had nice muscular thighs.
    Oh yeah . She planned to have a piece of him tonight. Thankfully, she didn’t have to worry about Jake, her fifteen-year-old nephew. Errol Mitchell had taken a liking to the boy and he’d hired him over the next couple of weeks to work around his home. When Errol had offered to let Jake stay at his house, Leo had thought it was a good idea. The boy couldn’t stand all the girly wedding stuff going on at Leo’s place.
    She scanned the area looking for