She's the One (Lowcountry Lovers Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

of that , I got the poochy belly and wrinkles .”
    “Those are laugh lines. There is no pooch, Savannah; you’re gorgeous. Get a grip. I’ll be right back.”

    T he sun was hot for April. Melissa headed down the walkway to the pool, hoping Jack was still there. The townhome complex seemed deserted today; he was the only guy by the pool. Scientific observation proved Savannah’s assessment of Jack Johns to be dead on, except for his eyes, which were hidden under a pair of aviators. Until he flipped them up and looked at Melissa. Oh my.
    “Uh, Mr—Dr. Johns? I mean, Jackson?”
    “Yes?”
    “I’m Melissa Bliss, property manager for B-4.”
    He laughed and flipped his shades back down. “Savannah sent you. You’re here to kick me out.”
    “She’s upset.”
    “Poor little rich girl,” he mumbled.
    The sun was glistening off of the planes of his well-muscled belly and chest. Sure, it was one of those eye candy moments that disconnected any hope of logical thought from the brain. A flock of seagulls swept by overhead, making a beeline toward the north end of the beach, reminding Melissa why she was there.
    “No one’s going to kick you out.”
    “Good. Savannah needs to get over herself. I’m staying here, just like she is. I’m not bothering her, and I don’t intend to, Miss Bliss, and like I told my rental agent, I’m not moving.”
    Melissa nodded and took a different track. “Crazy, huh? You’d think she’d be over you after all this time. Guess not.”
    The waves sounded like the tide was coming in. He said nothing, just rolled over onto his chiseled stomach, his face giving nothing away.
    “I was here first.” Okay, now both of them sounded like fourteen-year-olds.
    “You’re not moving; Savannah says she isn’t either. The island’s a little under six square miles, so you might want to try to find a way to be civil to each other.”
    “That boat sailed a long time ago.”
    “But you gotta admit, you and her staying at the same place. Neighbors. Bobby said you even arrived on the island at the exact same time she did. Some coincidence don’t you think?”
    “There are no coincidences. Tell her I’m not going anywhere, or don’t tell her anything. I don’t care.”
    The tightness in his voice said otherwise. “If you’re interested, you can tell her yourself tomorrow at the Morgan Creek Grill oyster roast. It’s right here on the island; Savannah’s going with me around four o’clock.”
    He flipped his shades up again. “If she doesn’t want to be anywhere near me, why are you telling me this?”
    “Because if you really didn’t want to be anywhere near Savannah Sinclair, you’d jump at the chance to move.”

Chapter Four

    A fter a half-day at the office and catching up on housework and yard work, Melissa was a sweaty mess, but decided not to change for the oyster roast. She ran a brush through her long, curly hair and stuck it up in a high ponytail. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone, just wanted to ride her bike over to Savannah’s and then head down to the Morgan Creek Grill where the oysters were waiting and one of her favorite blues bands was playing.
    And Shane would be there. At least he said he would. Melissa had shocked the hell out of herself kissing him yesterday, moaning into his mouth, all but promising more than kisses. The only thing that kept her from wanting more with Shane was her Auntie Jo’s warning never to fall in love, and that would be so easy to do with Shane Carver. According to Auntie Jo, love, or being in love, would cloud Melissa’s gift or possibly make it disappear altogether, and Melissa didn’t want that. But a fling with Shane Carver would be nice. Could she do that and not get attached to him? Was she already attached? Maybe it was time find out.
    The thought made her peddle faster. She flew down the bike path through Wild Dunes and hoped Savannah would be ready. Melissa had told her to dress casual and hoped Savannah knew the