She's the One (Lowcountry Lovers Series Book 2) by Kim Boykin Page B

Parker had done wonders for her. She seemed relaxed, happy, and didn’t resemble the woman who’d been holed up in the townhouse a couple of days ago. She retied her bathing suit straps at the base of her neck, and flipped over onto her disgustingly flat stomach.
    Savannah asked Melissa to rub sunscreen on her back just as Jack was reaching for his iced tea. Over it went, ice cubes skittering across the concrete. He rebounded quickly, putting the ice back in the cup, but when Melissa squirted the lotion over Savannah’s legs and her back and started rubbing it in, his mouth gaped open slightly, like he’d kill to be the one with sunscreen duty.
    “I wish I had your butt,” Savannah said as Melissa’s hand slid up the back of thigh and rubbed the lotion in good. “I don’t have one.”
    “Stop it. You’re gorgeous. Besides, I saw Parker looking at you last night. Definitely liked what he saw.”
    “I wish we’d clicked, but I really wish I’d gotten back out there sooner. Thanks, Melissa, it was fun.” She propped up on her elbows. “So who’s next?”
    “I’m glad you’re having fun.” Melissa sat back down on her lounge chair and poked her finger on her chest to see if she was getting too red. Almost time to turn. “But it depends. Do you want to go older, younger?”
    “Hmm. Let’s try younger, but not more than ten years.” Over went Jack’s cup again, and to his credit, this time he just left it. “I do want to find someone fun to go with me to the gala for the children’s wing, but that’s a few weeks away.”
    “Okay, then, not less than twenty-two? I have just the guy in mind.”
    “I can’t wait. Set it up.” Savannah laughed. “I’m going in to make us some lunch.”
    As soon as Savannah disappeared into the townhome, Jack was in her chair beside Melissa.
    “Hey, Jack. Good to see you again.”
    “I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to make me jealous.” And it was definitely working. “But I’m not. If she wants to go out with other guys, great.”
    “Relax, Jack, you really need to get into the island groove. It’s worked wonders for Savannah.” Melissa pushed her shades back. “And we’re not doing anything other than baking in the sun and having a little girl talk. If you’re offended—”
    “I’m not.”
    Really? Because you look like you’re ready to snap someone in two. Maybe me.
    “Good. Savannah’s serious about moving on with her life without you. Maybe you should be, too.”
    He didn’t say a word, just snatched up his towel and headed toward the beach.

    S hane went to the Starbucks near his house, picked up coffee, and one of those mocha frappucchio drinks that Melissa loved, before swinging by the house on Ocean Boulevard just before 7:00. A cute, thermal cup, one of those Tervis things, caught his eye. There were a bunch of the I Heart cups. Shane handed the guy at the counter an I Heart the IOP one and asked him to put Melissa’s drink in it, hoping it would keep it good and cold until he saw her.
    Pulling up in front of the house, he smiled. His guys wouldn’t be there for at least another thirty minutes; he’d have the whole place to himself. He liked to wander though the homes he was building when no one was there. He saw things that needed to be fixed that he didn’t see when the guys were milling around. It was kind of like the house spoke to him, showed him what she needed to make her perfect.
    This was the first spec house he’d built since the real estate market crashed. A lot of his builder friends had jumped back into the game, building right and left on spec, praying for buyers to come along. Sure, the economy was better in Charleston than in the rest of the state, hell, with the exception of Texas and Florida, maybe the rest of the country. But a lot of those contractors were back in the same boat they were six years ago when the bottom fell out of the housing market and they had to sell the homes they’d built at a