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to wrench an encouraging word from her parents about this venture.
    Taking a swig of his beer, he stretched his legs. “Becca’s
still in Sedona getting ready to move out here. But if I can find a place by
the end of the month, get the equipment and furnishings, she’ll join me by the
end of the summer, or maybe fall if we hit some snags along the way.”
    “Sounds like a good plan,” Bridget said with a nod. So, the strapping
Navy SEAL had a girlfriend. That certainly simplified things. It wouldn’t have
been smart to have a fling with the first visitor to her bed-and-breakfast.
    And he was definitely fling-worthy.
    “What about you, Bridget? Any idea when you plan to open?”
    “The minute it’s perfect, I guess.” She sighed. “I’m crazy
for doing this, really. I don’t know anything about running an inn. I have no
hotel experience. I can barely even fix myself breakfast let alone for a
house full of guests. I mean that literally. I’ve existed on dry cereal in the
morning up to this point.”
    “What were you before this?”
    “A lawyer,” she admitted with a half-laugh.
    Sputtering, he pulled the beer bottle from his lips. “No
kidding? Well, at least you can defend yourself if someone dies from your bad cooking.”
    She grimaced. “Not nice. I might take back that beer.”
    “Sorry. Couldn’t resist.” He shifted, his eyes locked on
hers in a way that made her shiver.
    Maybe it was the late hour, or the desperate state of her
life right now, but she felt a connection with him. But he already had someone
in his life, she reminded herself.
    Becca. Lucky Becca.
     “So what are you planning on feeding guests in the
morning? Pop-Tarts and Yoo-Hoo?” he asked.
    “That’s actually my Plan B.”
    “And Plan A?”
    “I was going to take a few days this week and try out some
recipes I found online. I figure I only need a few good ones. No one stays in a
B & B too long, right?”
    His arm shot up like an enthusiastic fifth grader. “Oh, pick
me as your guinea pig. I’ll eat anything.”
    “You really want to be my guinea pig? How good is your
health insurance?”
    “I’m used to eating MREs. Believe me, no food kills me.”
    “Okay. It’s your stomach.”
    They sat in silence for a few moments, watching the
passersby from their perch on the threshold of the doorway, their legs extending
out onto the damp front stoop. She savored the company for some reason, able to
enjoy the evening so much more now that she wasn’t alone.
    “I guess we’re cut from the same cloth,” he observed. “I
don’t know a damn thing about running a business and even less about making ice
cream.”
    “Well, it sounds like you’ve got the right woman in your
life.”
    “No doubt. I sure wouldn’t be doing this without her. And I
bet your inn will take Annapolis by storm.”
    Bridget grinned. “If I ever open.”
    “You’ll open. Your reinforcements just arrived.”
    Silent, she stared at him a moment, knowing this was too
good to be true, and not wanting to ruin it by opening her mouth.
    The man was an angel—an angel with a set of pecs and
power tools. There is a God.

Chapter Three
     
    Maddox’s arm flopped over to the nightstand instinctively at
the sound of the alarm. He was out of the Navy now. No need to wake up at the
crack of ass for PT anymore. So he had given himself an extra hour and slept
till six.
    That extra hour was sheer bliss.
    Slipping on his shorts, he perused his surroundings in the
low light of daybreak, half expecting the place to look worse to him with
well-rested eyes. Even after being slept in, though, the room looked as fresh
and pretty as… well, as the woman who ran the inn.
    Damn , she was cute, and not just because she’d handed him a
desperately needed beer. Her blonde locks falling out of her loose ponytail framed
her face in the most adorable way, and she had the kind of wide-set, turquoise eyes
that a guy could get lost in.
    She’d be fighting off her male guests. A low