Marshall eased the rental car into a hard-packed dirt driveway, wondering if he had the right place. He’d stayed too long at the plantation, but it felt good to get his muscles moving and be with his employees as they worked to plant new suckers and slips.
Esther said she lived in a little bungalow on the beach, and he relaxed when he caught sight of a sign on her mailbox that said Pinnett. So this was it.
The front yard had three chickens pecking in it, and she’d never struck him as the type of woman to house fowl, gather eggs, or put up with feathers.
Before he had the black SUV in park, the front door opened, and the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen walked out. Esther’s hair curled over her shoulders, and she wore a bright blue dress that narrowed at her waist and flared at her kne
