Fisher was sure he’d hallucinated this whole thing. So when Stacey emerged from the depths of her bed and breakfast wearing a stunning floral dress, he hadn’t quite known how to react. He hadn’t said she looked nice, or given her a compliment at all.
“I like the dress,” he said as they walked toward his car.
“Thanks. My NeNe made it.”
“NeNe?”
“My grandmother.” She stopped a few paces from the red sports car. “Good thing I didn’t spend too long on my hair.”
Fisher wanted to run his fingers through the strands, find out if it was as silky as it looked. He kept his right hand in his pocket and his left glued to his side. “I’ll drive slow.”
She tossed her hair and gathered it into a loose ponytail. “It’s fine. There’s no better way to get around the island than in a convertible.”
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