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laughed. “I never seen a dog run so fast.”
    â€œThey were like a band of thieves. One starts digging up my lilacs—serving as the distraction, I’m sure—while the other jumps on the grill, yanks those steaks right off the barbecue. They were gone before I could do a thing. I had to serve everyone grilled cheese.” She shook her head. “I bet he trains them to be bad.”
    Lulu laughed. “They’re dogs who spied an opportunity and took it.”
    â€œThat opportunity happened to be dinner. Yours and mine and everyone else’s.”
    Lulu shrugged. “So give them a biscuit the next time you see them and maybe then they’ll leave your lilacs alone.”
    Sophie snorted. “Those dogs would probably bite off my hand. I like dogs, but Harlan Jones’s dogs aren’t ordinary dogs. They’re…golden-coated monsters.” Not to mention, they were huge. The only dogs Sophie had ever spent a lot of time around had been her mother’s dachshunds. Energetic, but small, and eager to please. The two Goldens were big and looked ready to topple her at any moment. She’d heard that breed was supposed to be friendly and smart, but Harlan’s dogs were rambunctious giants who never listened to her.
    â€œOkay, so you don’t like the man’s dogs,” Lulu said. “What about his voice? You can’t tell me you don’t like that sexy drawl lighting up your mornings.”
    â€œI don’t listen to him anymore. You know that.”
    â€œI thought he was pretty funny.”
    Sophie shot Lulu a glare. “He was making fun of me.”
    Thank God he hadn’t heard the story of her breakup. It was bad enough that he recounted their every neighborhood argument on his radio show. If he got wind of the public demise of her relationship last year, Sophie could just imagine how long he’d milk that particular joke. She had no desire to be back under the media spotlight again. She’d be perfectly happy doing her job every day and not worrying about nosy reporters. “Harlan Jones doesn’t care about anything but his ratings.”
    â€œOh, lighten up, Sophie. That man could make fun ofme anytime, long as he used that drawl when he did it. He’s like a piece of candy in your ear.”
    â€œWhich only makes you deaf. Honest, I don’t see his appeal.” In the weeks he had been in Edgerton Shores, Harlan Jones had seemed to convert every local resident into a WFFM fan. Women stopped him on the street just to hear him speak and men dropped by his yard to ask him what he thought of the Marlins or the Dolphins that season.
    Every resident but Sophie.
    She’d come inside to escape him, but it seemed it was impossible to do that. When Harlan wasn’t on the radio, he was on the tip of people’s tongues, or worse, he was here. And thus a topic of conversation.
    Okay, so he had a nice smile. And a sexy drawl. Didn’t mean he was the kind of guy she wanted, or needed, in her life. He was the antithesis of what she was looking for.
    â€œWomen on the moon could see that cowboy’s appeal,” Lulu said, clearly not convinced.
    â€œI can’t see why. I mean, I don’t even call him by his first name.”
    â€œYet.”
    Sophie scowled. What did Lulu see in that man? Or for that matter, what did everyone else see? He was too full of himself for her. All confidence and swagger, like he was God’s gift to Edgerton Shores. “Why’s a cowboy living in Florida anyway? There are radio jobs all over the world.”
    Lulu grinned. “If you ask him, you’ll know why.”
    â€œI don’t want to know why. I just want him to go away.” Sophie raised the tray into her arms.
    â€œBringing him tea and fresh-baked biscotti is sure to accomplish that.”
    Sophie glared at her assistant and left the kitchen. Luluwas crazy. Sophie didn’t like Harlan Jones. He wasn’t