Chapter Three
Ben woke to bright sunlight streaming through the window. The red checkered curtains fluttered from the fresh breeze through the screen—which he was glad for, considering the mosquitoes that had come out last night. He glanced at his watch and took in the time, 7:10 a.m. It was late, and Ben wasn’t one to sleep in. Then again, he’d stayed up until after two in the morning, trying to outline a presentation that would reach the folks here in Kit Cove and hopefully win them over.
“Ugh, this is going to be tough,” he muttered.
His thoughts kept turning to that fiery blonde who had spit on him with such hatred in her eyes. She had been too young to carry that kind of hate, he thought. He didn’t know what it was about her, because even though he had walked away from her yesterda
