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What was I doing? First those kisses, now this. I needed to stay away from this guy.
On the other hand, by tomorrow my mother would probably be in town, and the sweet little temporary life I’d built in Little Bridge might be destroyed, much more thoroughly than by any hurricane. Maybe I needed to enjoy what was left of it while I still could.
“I know,” I said. “It’s a shame I have to go now.” I watched as his gaze flicked from my mouth back up to my eyes in surprise.
“Go? Go where?”
“I have to go check on eight cockatiels, two dogs, seven cats, and a tortoise.”
“Excuse me?”
“Do you have a hatchet I could borrow, by the way? One of the people who’s asked me to look in on his pets thinks the only way I’ll be able to get into his house is with a hatchet.”
Drew’s lips flattened into a grim line. He set the chips and dip down firmly on a nearby table. “If you think I’m going to let you go off by yourself on another pet rescue mission—”
I narrowed my eyes. “Letme?”
“We’re supposed to be heading over to the café to help Ed. He’s making a free hot meal for anyone who stops by. That’s the real reason I came in here. Aunt Lucy told me to come get you. Or rather, now that she knows who your mother is, she told me to ask if you’d bewillingto help out.”
I smiled at that. “Well, as much as I’d love to, that’s going to have to wait a bit. You won’t believe how many residents of this island evacuated and left their pets behind. Now that they can’t get back, someone has to go take care of them.”
Drew was still frowning. “Unfortunately, I can believe it. I grew up on this island. But I don’t see why the person who has to go take care of them has to be you.”
I stared at him. “Do you know my mother? Because you sound exactly like her.”
He stared back silently. Then after a beat or two, he said, finally, “Yeah. Okay. Well, let me go break the news to Lu, and then check the shed for some more of Ed’s precious gas for the scooter. We’re going to need it if we’re going to bejetting all over the place, chopping down doors to rescue starving dogs and cats.”
“Wait a minute...” I caught his arm, not simply brushing it this time. “We?”
He glanced down at my hand, then back into my eyes. I was uncomfortably reminded once again of how very blue the eyes of the Hartwell men were. “Of coursewe. I’m not gonna loan you my best hatchet and then let you run all around town with it, unsupervised.”
“Uh-huh.” I released his arm, a little reluctantly. His skin had felt warm and welcoming beneath my fingertips. And once again, there’d been sparks. Oh, there’d been sparks. “Seriously, I have to ask—isn’t there something more important you should be doing with your time? I’ve seen you with a chain saw. Why aren’t you out helping people clear streets or repair their homes?”
He looked wounded again. “Bree, you met my dogs. You saw the rapport I have with them. Do you think there’s anything more important to me than the helpless animals of this earth, all of God’s creatures, great and small?”
“Well, I don’t really know you, so...”
“Of course you do. I would have thought by now you’d realized that you and I were a team back there with those rats.”
“Guinea pigs.”
“Whatever. Were we not a team?”
“We were definitely something.”
“Okay. Fine, then.” He grinned wickedly. “This is gonna be fun.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hot meals will be served dailyFREE OF CHARGEat the Mermaid Café from 12:30P.M.until dusk from now until further notice.LITTLE BRIDGE STRONG!!!
He was right. It was fun.
Part of it was due to the fact that everyone we saw along the way—and there were people everywhere, even more than earlier, helping to clear the roads or their yards or simply taking a stroll since there was nothing else to do with no electricity or cell service or Internet, and it was too hot to remain indoors—greeted us.
Well, mainly they greeted Drew, since, as a lifelong islander, he was known to everyone.
But a few knew me as well, from the café.
