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Leanne straightened her blouse and shifted awkwardly as she waited for Caleb to open the back door to his dive shop. The only way to get to his apartment was to take a path overgrown with vines that wound behind the boardwalk. Thank goodness she had traded in her high heels for flip-flops. As she waited, she began to wonder if the doorbell worked. Leanne pressed the button again but didn’t hear any ringing inside.
After another moment, she pulled out her phone to check the text that Caleb had sent her. Maybe she had the wrong day. Or time. She was just digging through her purse, knowing her phone had to be in there somewhere, when footsteps approached from her right. She shifted against the building so that whoever it was could slip past her, but the footsteps slowed to a stop. Leanne
