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the mood lightened a little, but he did not let her go.
    “Sounds like someone needs
breakfast,” he laughed, dropping a kiss on the tip for her nose.
    “Mmmm, Levi on toast sounds just
perfect,” she taunted, placing a string of small kisses along his jaw to his
mouth.
    “We don’t have any toast,” he
murmured, licking the seam of her lips, darting his tongue swiftly between them,
and withdrawing it just as quickly.
    “Tease.” She grinned. “How about
just Levi then?” She trailed her own tongue in the wake of his own, her eyes
alight with the promise of delicious mischief.
    But her stomach growled again and Levi’s
joined in the chorus.
    “I think we’ve been outvoted, Cara.
And besides, Brian said there’s a bad storm coming. So, unless we want to get
stranded here with nothing to eat but each other—”
    “You won’t find me complaining.”
    He laughed. “But your tummy is. Let
me drive you to your sister’s place in Ocean Ridge. I need to pick up some
supplies since I’m expecting an entire crew to arrive tomorrow... Are you
pouting?”
    “Maybe a little,” she replied,
hamming up her hangdog expression and turning her eyes hopeful and worshipful.
    “Would it cheer you up any if I
suggested that once I’ve done my shopping and you’ve done your visiting, I
swing by and pick you up and we eat dinner here together?”
    She let her eyes fill with mischief
and changed her fake pout into a smoldering sexy smile.
    “What’s for dinner?” she purred
provocatively.
    “Ramen noodles? Mac and cheese? A
hard-boiled egg?” he answered glibly.
    Her eyes narrowed in make-believe
vexation.
    “But I think I have something you’ll
approve of for dessert.”

 
    Chapter
Three
     
    Levi didn’t just drop her at the
curb as Cara had expected him to. Instead, he helped her down from the silver
Tacoma and walked her up the path to the front door of the 1930s brick house
that belonged to her sister. It felt strange and, she had to admit, kind of
nice to be escorted along the petunia-edged flagstones by a handsome man. She
did a mental fast-forward to the movie premiere of Lost Treasure and imagined the two of them walking arm in arm down
the red carpet.
    Whoa,
cowgirl. Let’s not get too carried away!
    It was only a moment after her
knock that two giggling children opened the door—a boy and a girl, both dressed
in pink tulle, covered in sequins and glitter and sporting fairy wings and
tiaras.
    “You’re Auntie Cara!”
    “You must be Josie...”
    But the girl had turned tail down
the hallway shouting, “Mom, Auntie Cara is here! I can tell her from her photo.”
    The boy—Liam, she assumed—followed
his sister as fast as his stubby legs would take him. Not to be outdone, he
added, “And she has a man!”
    Cara and Levi exchanged an amused
glance and a few seconds later, Mia appeared, wiping her hands on the edge of a
polka dot apron. The woman broke into a trot as soon as she spotted Cara, and
the two women embraced affectionately then held one another at arm’s length to
assess the passage of time before hugging again.
    Finally, they drew apart and Cara
stepped back to introduce Levi.
    “Mia, this is Levi Callister. He
bought Flinders’ Keep, remember? He’s producing my next film.”
    “Pleased to meet you, Mr Callister—”
    “Levi.”
    “Levi,” Mia said, extending her
hand and shaking his. “Won’t you both come in?”
    “Many thanks, Ms. Kelly—”
    “It’s Foster, but Mia is fine.”
    Cara opened her mouth to comment,
but quickly closed it again. If her sister decided to keep her married name,
that was her business.
    “My apologies, Mia. But there’s a
storm brewing and I have some errands to take care of. I’ll come back for you…what?
About four, Cara?”
    “Actually,” Cara corrected, “I have
a couple of errands of my own. How about I meet you at four at Sails…if it’s
still there?”
    “The old café’s doing a thriving
trade again,” Mia assured them.