go.”
“Thanks. I’ll get it taken care of right away.”
She grinned. His expression didn’t change. God, had he always been so moody? I definitely didn’t remember that .
“Oh, David,” she said, looking over at me. “I know I said thank you back at the dock, but I’m so glad you were there.” She widened her eyes a little. “You saved my cousin, and the entire family will be eternally grateful. My grandmother would have killed me if I couldn’t manage to get her safely on shore.”
“It’s no problem,” he said, eyes barely flicking in my direction. “You don’t have to tell them.”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “That sounds good to me.”
His eyes snapped to my face and away again so quickly, I could almost pretend I didn’t notice. “What?” Posey asked, faux-shocked. “You don’t want the entire Powell clan showering you with their thanks?”
For the first time since I’d opened my eyes to his scowling face on the dock, he smiled. A small smile, but a smile, nonetheless. And the effect was nothing short of spectacular. His eyes crinkled up around the edges, the grey of their depths still dark but not quite so stormy. I could almost imagine him as a nice guy, the way I remembered him—but then the smile faded. “I think I’ll pass.”
He turned to go, but Posey’s hand shot out in a blur and grabbed his shoulder. “Did my cousin get a chance to introduce herself after you saved her life?” she asked, voice sweet and innocent. I wanted to slap her. Like she didn’t know he knew who I was.
“David and I go way back,” I said, my voice tight. Again the little eye flick in my direction. This time his gaze stuck. “Remember, Pose?”
“Iris, right?” David asked.
My mouth dropped open. Was he really going to pretend he hadn’t known me immediately?
Posey must have noticed that I was too annoyed to respond, because she stepped in. “Yeah, Iris. Iris Holder. She went to school with us for a few months, David. Remember?”
“Vaguely.”
I knew I was scowling, but I didn’t care if Posey noticed. “It’s been a while,” I ground out between clenched teeth. “I don’t blame you—I barely recognized you myself.”
He held my gaze for a long moment. Why did that make my stomach tighten? Finally, he turned back toward the door. “Time will do that.” He nodded at my cousin. “Have a good night.”
“You, too.” He was out the door in a flash. “You coming to the fish fry?” she called after him.
I thought I heard him respond in the affirmative, but I was too busy thinking of cutting remarks I should have shot in his direction to be sure.
“Well,” Posey said, turning to me, eyebrows raised. “That was interesting.”
“What was interesting?”
She just stood there, watching me, a smile playing around her lips. “Nothing,” she finally said. “Nothing at all.”
She stacked up the receipts she had been working on and tucked them into a zippered pouch, which she then placed in the safe under the desk. When she was done, she straightened and looked at me. I tried to wipe away the expression I knew I was wearing—hot annoyance still coursed through me after my second interaction of the day with my former boyfriend.
“You ready?” she asked, picking up her purse. I shook my head, trying to clear it, and accepted her arm when she offered it. “Come on, cousin of mine. Let’s go home.”
Chapter 3
I had to admit that Posey had a point about the distance between places on the island. It only took us about ten minutes to walk from the café to our grandparents’ house in the hills outside of town. A car probably wouldn’t have saved us much time—though I still wasn’t ready to admit that it wouldn’t have been nice to have one, all the same.
I paused at the front walk, looking up at Lilac Ridge, a strange sense of nostalgia filling me. I hadn’t been here in ages, but Rose and Francis Powell’s house looked exactly the same as it had years ago. An