Barefoot at Midnight (Barefoot Bay Timeless Book 3) by Roxanne St. Claire

Author:Roxanne St. Claire [St. Claire, Roxanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: South Street Publishing
Published: 2016-10-17T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Libby pushed up from the kitchen table at the sound of a motorcycle in her driveway.

“It’s about time,” Sam said dryly, not looking up from the scads of legal documents he’d spread about. “He’s only thirty-six minutes late.”

Libby threw a look at her brother. “Don’t be a jerk to him, Sam. He doesn’t have to help us. He could make this a lot more difficult. He’s being really fair.”

“I’m sure he has an ulterior motive,” he said. “Everyone does.”

“Is it enjoyable to go through life being so cynical?” Libby asked.

“Uncle Sam’s right,” Jasmine piped in, coming into the room dressed in a spotless and unwrinkled pink linen shift, adorned with flawless makeup. “He definitely has an ulterior motive. And I know what it is.” She sang the last few words like a playground taunt.

“Do you mind?” Libby asked, leaving the kitchen before the conversation went south. She peeked through the glass on the side of the front door and let out a tiny moan of appreciation. Oh, Law, really?

It wasn’t fair to look that good. Except throwing him into the lion’s den that was Sam in Attorney Mode wasn’t fair to him, either.

Dreading the showdown, she unlocked the door and opened it slowly.

“I know I’m late,” he said instantly. “I had an unexpected meeting.”

“It’s all right. Everything okay, I hope?”

“Better now,” he said, looking at her with the same admiration she suspected shone in her own eyes. He gestured toward the porch and the view of the bay beyond. “Your gingerbread house is stunning.”

“Thanks. I’m really happy with how it came out.”

“The location alone is one in a million.”

“Not so much anymore, since people are discovering Barefoot Bay and vacuuming up a lot of this property. But we’re lucky, and I love it.”

He turned to look out to the road and the bay vista beyond it. “I’ve been past here many times, on the road and in the water. The canals aren’t far.”

She pointed to the right. “The islets and the inlets?”

“Never heard them called that.”

“You mean that northeast section where locals fish? It’s a mile that way. Do you go up there?”

“Not anymore,” he said, a strange note in his voice. He shook it off before she had a chance to analyze it, looking past her into the house. “Yeah, wow. Really pretty, Lib. What an incredible place to live.”

Considering that he was currently bunking in a room above a restaurant, her Victorian must look grand. “It’s been fun to renovate it over the past few years, but I’m happy it’s done, and I like living here a lot more than Miami.”

“I bet,” he said. “It’s so…homey.”

“It is,” she agreed, stepping aside to let him look around, but his gaze settled on her, not the décor.

“We didn’t finish last night,” he reminded her on a whisper.

“We got distracted.”

“You got distracted,” he corrected. “I got hit over the head with an old toiletry bag.”

“Morning, Lawless,” Jasmine breezed into the room, scooping her handbag from the entryway table. “Mom slipped and used your nickname, which is now the only one I’ll use.

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