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smiled sweetly.
    “Of course, now lots of managers make fifteen percent. But if you end up with Grant, and he makes us his manager, then we’ll say what?” Her father shrugged. “Twelve percent each.”
    Taylor nodded her head. “Sorry, Trey, but we’re done.”
    “I was worried about that. I mean, who can beat twelve percent? And Grant has those great abs.”
    Taylor couldn’t stop herself; she laughed so hard tears fell as her parents stared at them confused. “Mom, Dad,” she said as she laughed. “Get the hell out of our house. Oh, Trey, that was a good one. Do you know Grant has a make-up artist specifically for his abs?”
    “I can’t say I’m surprised. I can’t wait to tell the guys. Their girlfriends and wives are always swooning over him,” Trey said as he completely ignored her parents.
    “See? I told you! Y’all are worse than the Rose sisters,” Taylor laughed again.
    “Nope. Not true,” he denied before looking over at her parents and straightening to his full six-foot-two height. “I believe your daughter told you to get out.” When they didn’t move, he narrowed his eyes. “Now!” Upon hearing him yell, her parents narrowed their eyes in challenge. They never did like being told what to do.
    “You don’t give us orders!” her father yelled back.
    “That’s right,” Taylor said as she walked past her parents and to the front door. “I do. And I’m telling you to leave and to never come back.”
    She held the front door open and waited silently until her parents walked out. Her mother turned and with the sweet smile Taylor used to fall for said, “We’ll be around if you change your mind, baby. Mama loves you.”
    Taylor slammed the door as her answer and leaned against it completely worn out from the exchange. For a second, she closed her eyes and just breathed deeply. Her nose twitched. “Do I smell smoke?”
    “Dang!” Trey rushed back into the kitchen and looked at the risotto burned to the pan, the overdone lobster, and the hard-as-a-rock brownies.
    “You did this all for me?” Taylor asked in awe as Trey threw the whole pan into the trash.
    “Yeah. I, um, wanted to celebrate your first day of filming. Why don’t you go change . . . Is that oil on your shirt?”
    “Grant.” Taylor grinned. “I can’t wait to tell you the story. The guys will love it.”
    “My lips are sealed. The guys will never know, but it sounds good.  I’ll clean this up and we can get some comfort food at the diner.”
    “I like that plan.” Taylor rose on her tiptoes and kissed him. She dug her fingers into his strong shoulders and let the badness of the day fall away. “Oh, someone’s happy I’m home,” she chuckled as she rubbed herself against him.
    “I sure am. But let’s hurry before the tourists get there and take all the tables.”
    “You know Casey orders the locals to be served first. All it took was us living here full time for two years for her to grudgingly declare us not tourists.”
    “True, but I need to get this cleaned up. To be continued?”
    “Definitely. I’ll be right back. I just want to pretreat these oil stains.”
    Taylor sauntered from the room and Trey let out a worried breath. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the engagement ring box he had planned on giving her. As he threw the lobster out, he tossed away his idea for the perfect proposal happening tonight. Not with dinner blown and the confrontation with her parents—even if they had been right about one thing. He wasn’t good enough for her. Giving one last disappointed look at the box, he reached up and set it behind the molding on top of the cabinet. It would be safe there until he could think of another perfect proposal.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    A block from the beach was Casey’s Honkytonk Café. It was a dive and that was a compliment. But it also had the best food on the island. That made it worth putting up with the tourists in town for the stupid treasure hunt and Casey’s