Page 28 of Two Hearts' Ploy

Jeff nearly groaned. Besides having what appeared to be the perfect figure, she was sure in great shape. That work out she talked about must have been pretty intense. But being a dancer probably required a lot of stamina.

Now he was kind of wishing he hadn’t thought about that since it was making his mind focus on something other than dancing.

Jeff tugged on his t-shirt before yanking his jeans back on over his trunks.

Call him stupid, but he sure liked the look she had in her eyes when he looked into hers after getting dressed.

She cleared her throat, reaching down to the sand for her bag as Jeff folded the towels, handing them over so that she could stuff them inside before slowly making their way across the sand along the path that led to the concessions.

He wasn’t sure if it was good or bad that Wren was getting some attention as they stood in the short line to order.

The older woman standing behind them tapped Wren’s shoulder.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you look just like that popular singer?” She turned to a gray-haired man standing beside her. “What’s her name, Dear?”

“Wren something or other.” He winked at Wren. “But isn’t this lady much prettier, Joan?”

“She certainly is,” Joan agreed, pursing her lips.

Wren grinned. “I appreciate the compliment.”

“She gets a lot of that,” Jeff said, smiling. “I think she’s a lot prettier too.”

After chatting for a few short minutes, it was finally time to order.

Another five minutes later, Jeff and Wren were walking away with their ice cream cones, waving at the older couple who’d just arrived to stay at the Inn.

“I’d say it was a great idea to get your hair cut short,” he muttered, as they headed back along the lakefront path.

“I definitely agree,” she said, looking concerned.

“Once your name gets around, even if they don’t think it’s you, it might mean more trouble,” he admitted.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” she observed.

Jeff stayed distracted all the way back to the Inn. Maybe she should move in sooner. After he got the demo tapes ready this afternoon, he’d see what he already had on hand to put in theguest room. He wasn’t even sleeping in the master yet, since he’d been planning on purchasing some new furniture. Forget about the guest room, he decided. He’d just set up the master for her instead.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” Wren observed when they reached the Inn’s lakefront patio.

“I’ve been thinking that you might have to move into my house sooner. But let’s see how it goes. It’ll take me a couple days to do some shopping and get the bedroom furnished.”

“That sounds like an awful lot of trouble,” she said, biting on her lip as they continued to converse on the patio.

“Nah. Luckily, I’ve picked up some extra furnishings here and there. You’ll probably think it’s weird, but I’m kind of into antiques. It’s the history of the pieces I suppose that interest me.”

She looked surprised. “Really? I’ve collected a few things here and there myself.”

“Okay, so why don’t you make me that list of work out equipment you’d like to use? I’ll give you my cell phone number if you’d just like to send me a text after you get a chance to think about it. I suppose that’ll be safe since Jake mentioned you’re using a burner phone.”

“It should be,” she agreed, nodding.

“I’ll be sending you that demo later today, providing I’m satisfied with what I come up with. I already have an idea of what I’m going to do for you.”

“Okay,” she said. “So then I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Nine sharp, if that works?”

“You’ll probably hear back from me about the demo one way or another,” she said, as they headed into the Inn’s breezeway.

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