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your freezer?” Greg looked hopeful.
    â€œPaying for a vacation will do that to a person.” I shook my head. “No steak, but I have some frozen tuna you could take out. I’ve been trying to avoid shopping since we’ll be on vacation.”
    â€œThat will work.” He frowned. “How did you know I paid off the trip?”
    â€œRachel called and asked me if I was looking forward to the cruise.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket, checking for any missed calls while I had mowed the yard. I tried to sound casual. “Did you know she was dating someone?”
    A smile crossed his lips before he answered, “For real, or to try to make me jealous?”
    I hadn’t considered that possibility, but I’d assumed her statement to be true. “I guess I don’t know. Would she go that far, since the two of you haven’t been a couple for such a long time?”
    â€œI wouldn’t put it past her. When it comes to Rachel and Sherry, they both like playing games.” He kissed me on the forehead. “That’s why I love you. You are what you appear.”
    â€œSweaty and a hot mess?” I stood and headed to the back door. “Make my dinner, sweetheart, I’m starved.”
    â€œNo, I like your sweet and selfless demeanor more.” He followed me into the kitchen. “You have stuff to make a salad?”
    I shrugged. “Not sure. I’ve been eating out a lot.” My statement made me think of my lunch with Amy. I paused in the doorway. “Did you know Diamond Lille’s is in some sort of best diner contest?”
    Greg was already bent down, looking through the produce drawer. “If they taste her meat loaf, she should win, hands down. But this is the first I’ve heard of it.”
    I headed upstairs to my room and a quick shower. Greg usually knew all the gossip, since his dispatcher was also the town fortune-teller. I guess Esmeralda’s nose for news didn’t include the more mundane events of South Cove.
    When I got back downstairs, a cucumber and onion salad sat marinating on the counter and Greg was outside with Emma, playing tug-of-war. Emma was winning. At just under a year old, my golden retriever was strong. She could outrun me when I let her loose on the beach. And, as I watched, she let Greg win one, because she was as much in love with the guy as I was. The dog had a big heart.
    I slipped outside into the summer air. The day had cooled after the sunset, but still, the temperature felt warm and comforting on my bare arms. I’d thrown on a sundress and even a little lipstick before I came down. A girl had to try once in a while.
    Releasing the chew toy to Emma, Greg answered his phone and went to the grill to flip the fish. As he listened to the other side of the conversation, the final question he asked made me take notice. “You sure everything’s okay?”
    I curled up on the porch swing, my feet tucked under me. I rated the possibility of Greg going out on a call fifty-fifty from that one question. He closed the grill lid and lifted his head. When he saw me, he used the slow, sexy smile reserved for when he wanted something.
    I raised an eyebrow and he chuckled. “I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow then. Your other boss just gave me the evil eye.”
    â€œI did not,” I protested, making Greg laugh again. “Whatever. Tell Toby I’ll see him tomorrow.”
    After concluding his conversation, Greg took the other end of the swing. “You look amazing.”
    I stretched my legs out and rested my feet on his thighs. “Thanks for noticing. What’s going on with Toby?”
    Greg ran a finger down the bottom of my sole, and I about jumped off the swing.
    â€œStop tickling.”
    He ran the finger down my foot. “Then move your feet, woman.”
    I sat up and swung my feet toward the deck floor. “Better?”
    â€œNot really, but at least I’m not