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Adeline kept her gaze pinned on Jessie, trying to catch a subtle movement or look that would give her a clue as to who Jessie had chosen as the winner. She desperately hoped it was her. Eli Hunt’s ego was already much too big. Today, she’d been surprised by it, actually.
There had been several times since Eli had arrived in town when he’d seemed almost embarrassed that everyone knew who he was. And when he’d done things like fix the front door of the bed and breakfast, or erect a barrier marking Jessie’s spot on the beach, or even his failed attempt at mopping Adeline’s floor at her store—he’d seemed…nice. Normal. Someone Adeline could relate to.
Not this guy, though. The one who relished the attention from his fans. Eli currently wore a cocky grin, like he’d already declared himself
