Celeste Heartwood had dealt with many dissatisfied customers over the years. Heck, she could weather a bridezilla in the worst of times, so the scowling woman standing in the hall didn’t even scare her.
Oh, no, that honor belonged to the tall, beautiful man standing half a step behind her.
Bradley Keith, starting tight end for the Florida Falcons until a few years ago. Five, six, Celeste wasn’t sure. She didn’t really follow football, but he was the hometown hero, and she was well-connected around the island, so she couldn’t avoid every bit of gossip about the man.
When she’d learned it was his construction firm heading up the pool project, she’d been glad for the piece of plastic that kept his powerful presence contained. He’d never been interested in much to do with Carter’s Cove, and
