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

difference between Boston casual and beach bum casual. She rolled up in the parking lot of Mermaid Cove and parked the bike beside the one Pearl had rented for Savannah. She came bounding down the steps dressed perfectly in cutoffs and a baggy, vintage U2 t-shirt. Not what you’d expect from a mega trust fund baby.
    “I love your shirt,” Melissa said.
    “It’s not the most flattering thing I own, but it’s still one of my favorites.”
    “Trust me. With legs like yours, you don’t have anything to worry about.”
    They headed out on the bikes at a good clip toward Morgan Creek. Not the prettiest ride on the island, but still beautiful, especially when they got to the restaurant, situated beside the marina. The heavy scent of oak and hickory was thick in the salt air as the chef threw pans of oysters on the fire and then spread wet burlap bags over them to steam them open. They parked the bikes and headed straight for the bar.
    Savannah went board stiff when Melissa introduced her to some of the locals, no doubt bracing herself for the onslaught of questions and unwanted attention she usually received. But none of them recognized her as the Savannah Sinclair; she was just another beach bum in shorts and flip flops who’d come to enjoy the party.
    Melissa felt Shane in the crowd long before she saw him. He was talking to a couple of his golfing buddies, sipping a long neck. Thank God for sunglasses and the ability to scope him out without being obvious. He was dressed in ancient jeans and baby blue Henley. Definitely fling-worthy material. He smiled at something one of the guys he was talking to said and her heart squeezed a little bit. She told her heart to stay out of it. Then he smiled at her and made her girl parts feel all quivery.
    Down girl. Nothing could happen tonight, not with Savannah as her guest. Two crabbers Melissa loved, Fish Daddy and Crab Dawg, were at the bar telling tales. The two men had drawn a small audience, trying to one up each other. Savannah seemed semi-amused for a while and then wandered over to the boardwalk overlooking the tidal creek.
    “It’s so beautiful”
    “Bet you’ve seen some amazing places in your travels,” Melissa said.
    Savannah nodded. “Still, there’s something about this place. It is beautiful for sure, but there’s something else I can’t put my finger on.”
    “It’s the island magic I told you about.”
    “I’m not sure I believe in magic.”
    “You don’t have to believe it. You feel it. It’s one of the reasons I never get tired of this place.” Melissa took a long draw off of her beer and tried to ignore the signals Shane was sending her way.
    “Melissa, I’m so sorry I freaked out yesterday. I don’t know what got into me.”
    “Savannah, I don’t know what happened with you and Jack, but the two of you? On the same island, next door to each other? You just in from Boston and him from wherever.”
    “The Congo,” she whispered.
    So, she had kept tabs on him.
    “I don’t know the reason you split up, and you don’t have to tell me. Maybe things didn’t work out before with him, but—”
    “I thought I could live in his world. He thought he could live in mine, but after the accident he—” The words caught in her throat. “In the end, he left. End of story.”
    Savannah had played the part of the rich socialite to the hilt before she married Jack Johns. The press had had a field day with her marrying a farm boy from rural Iowa, even if he was a Harvard Medical School grad. Savannah had tried to change, but the press hounded her relentlessly to return to her old life. When she didn’t, they hounded the two of them constantly, making light of her new life with the country doctor . She and Jack hadn’t even made it to their second anniversary.
    Even if Savannah did tool down from Boston in a Maserati, she didn’t seem like the spoiled, rich socialite the press made her out to be, and they must have thought so, too, because eventually