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something so I think, at that time, Lexus didn’t make a convertible.”
    He shifted into fourth. “Well, they do now.”
    Olivia laughed politely. “Obviously.”
    A few minutes later, Cam drove his car through the downtown Fernandina Beach area, easily finding a parking spot on the street. It was the off-season, but there were still a few tourists milling about, checking out the quaint beach shops and grabbing dinner.
    “Wait right there,” he said as he turned off the ignition. He swiftly got out of the car and ran around to Olivia’s side, opening the door and bowing in an exaggerated fashion. “M’lady.”
    Olivia couldn’t help but laugh. There was something so refreshing about Cam's personality. He was fun. There was no drama. With Alexander, it was intense from the beginning and never let up. But there wasn’t that spark with Cam. There was something , but it was nothing compared to what she felt when she was in Alexander’s presence.
    “You’re a goofball,” she smiled.
    “That I am.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her down the sidewalk toward the water. “Is this okay?” he asked, referring to his hand clasped around hers.
    She glanced over at him, a hopeful look in his eyes. “Yes. It’s fine.”
    He beamed, his smile reaching his eyes. He had dimples. God, he’s hot , she thought to herself.
    “Good. I like touching you,” he said quietly, gently rubbing her knuckles.
    Olivia didn’t know whether she should respond to that. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. What would she even say? Tell him that she relished his touch more than anything she could remember in recent history, but that she was ninety-nine shades of crazy at that moment, her thoughts consumed by one man she never should have let in? Her craziness was too much for Alexander, and it would surely be too much for Cam.
    “You don’t talk much, do you?” he asked as they crossed a set of railroad tracks, walking across Front Street toward a restaurant on the water.
    She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I do, as long as I have something to say.”
    “So you have nothing to say?” Cam asked, grinning.
    “I don’t know.”
    “Well, surely there must be something going through that brain of yours right now. You have this look on your face and I want to die, it’s so fucking cute.” He stopped walking at the edge of the water.
    Olivia’s heart began beating rapidly as he turned to face her with a hopeful look on his face, clutching both her hands in his.
    “I don’t know what it is about you, Libby, but I’m drawn to you. I noticed you way back in October. I even remember the date… October seventeenth. It was a Wednesday. You looked so fucking sad, and it killed me. I wanted to find out what made you so incredibly sad, and I swore I would do whatever I could to fix it.”
    Olivia turned her head, gazing out at all the shrimp boats docked for the evening, trying to tame the butterflies that slowly fluttered in her stomach.
    “Come on, Libby. Let me in,” he quietly pleaded.
    A tear fell down Olivia’s cheek as she continued staring at the blackness on the water. “You don’t even know me, Cam,” she whispered.
    He sighed before grabbing her chin, pulling her face toward his so they were mere inches apart. Olivia could feel the heat coming off his body. “All I know is that you love the smell of the ocean.” He smiled thinking about how beautiful she looked when he pulled up in front of her house each day. “Every morning, you sit outside, drink your coffee, and close your eyes when a gentle breeze rolls in, inhaling deeply as if the salty ocean air will fix everything.”
    Olivia stared into his eyes, not saying anything, her breathing becoming heavy.
    “All I know is that you used to take your coffee with cream, but lately you’ve been drinking it black.”
    She felt shivers as Cam brushed his hand across her forehead where her scar was.
    “All I know is that last week you couldn’t decide what color to paint