Redemption Bay: The ultimate uplifting feel-good second-chance romance for summer 2019. RaeAnne Thayne
girl’s got to take what she can get sometimes. So. Operation Charm Ben’s Socks Off. What do you need me to do?”
For some weird reason, the idea of Devin charming socks—or anything else—off Ben bothered her far more than it should, but she told herself she was being ridiculous.
“If I end up siccing my vicious dog on him because he’s driving me crazy next door, you can stitch him up for me,” she suggested.
Devin laughed and ruffled Rika’s curly head. “Sounds like a plan.” She glanced at her watch. “If you need me to do anything else, you know where to find me. I’d better run. I’ve got a hundred errands to run on my first day off in weeks.”
“Okay. See you. Thanks for making time today for the emergency summit.”
“No problem.” Devin hugged her and McKenzie wrapped her arms around her sister, deeply grateful for the bond between them. When McKenzie showed up out of the blue all those years ago, Devin could have been cold and distant, resentful and embarrassed about having an illegitimate half sister thrust into her world.
Instead, Devin had literally and physically embraced her from the very beginning and had never been anything but kind and loving.
“So you didn’t answer me about next weekend,” LG pushed after Devin left.
“Yes. I am planning on your two wild children staying at my place. I can’t wait.” LG’s boys were completely adorable, even though McKenzie was exhausted just thinking about entertaining them for thirty-six hours. “We’re going to have a fabulous time. I’m stocking up on all the sugary sweets I can find and fully intend to send them back to you with an epic sugar high bordering on illegal.”
Lindy-Grace laughed, though it didn’t mask the worry in her eyes. McKenzie suspected by a few things her friend let slip that her marriage wasn’t completely rosy. Mac Keegan could be a jerk sometimes, loud and annoying with a tendency to drink a little too much on the weekends and ignore his hardworking wife and cute kids.
If dinner and a night away at the small romantic boutique inn where Eliza Hayward used to work would help reignite their burners, McKenzie was more than willing to help out.
Now, if only she could help her town as easily.
* * *
HE SERIOUSLY WANTED to deck Aidan Caine.
The man might be a genius and Ben’s closest friend, but right now, if the other man happened to walk through the doors of the small Haven Point city offices, Ben would be tempted to take him out with one punch.
He wasn’t much happier right now with McKenzie Shaw, the little trickster.
When the mayor called him that morning and asked him to meet her here, he expected they would have a quiet, closed-door meeting at city hall, a chance for her to give her spiel extolling the magnificent virtues of her town.
He had every intention of nodding politely while he tuned her out and went to some distant happy place in his brain—somewhere with palm trees rustling in the trade winds, for instance, or an alpine meadow somewhere with granite boulders surrounding a glacial-fed lake.
Instead of a personal, private discussion with McKenzie, he had showed up to what appeared to be a full-fledged breakfast banquet, apparently attended by every business owner and dignitary in town.
McKenzie bustled through the middle of everything looking like an exotic butterfly in a field of gorse. Her features were animated and bright, her hands constantly in motion as she floated from group to group like a good hostess, making everyone feel comfortable.
This was definitely her party. A sign over the head table read Haven Point Mayor’s Advisory Council. If he had known she planned to embroil him in a small-town political meeting, he definitely would have come up with some excuse. An emergency appendectomy, maybe.
Everyone seemed to be staring at him out of their peripheral vision. It was almost amusing to watch people whip their heads away and try to pretend they weren’t watching whenever he would happen to catch their gaze. The noise volume in the room seemed unnaturally loud—a little too much conversation and convivial laughter to be real.
So much for his plans to come into town under the radar, carry out Aidan’s wishes about the feasibility study, then sneak out again without anyone making a fuss. He supposed he’d deep-sixed that idea the moment he decided to go to Serrano’s for breakfast a few days earlier.
If everyone in town didn’t know by now exactly why Ben was here, they likely suspected it had something to do with Caine Tech.
He had been shortsighted not to realize that his return after all these years would stir up the town’s curiosity like poking a hornets’ nest with a stick. He had too much baggage here, too many connections to everyone.
“How are you enjoying the Sloane house?”
He glanced at Roxy Nash, the real estate agent who had worked with Ben’s assistant to arrange the rental property on Redemption Bay. She had the long, lean build of a marathon runner and a hungry look in her eyes that he suspected had nothing to do with food.
“Good. It’s a beautiful spot overlooking the mountains.”
“Have you had a chance to take that boat out yet?”
“A few times.”
“And how’s it running, after all these years?”
He shrugged. “It’s a Kilpatrick. Still as tight as ever.”
“Your family made good boats, from what I hear, though that was before my time in town.”
“Yes.”
The little twinge of guilt took him by surprise. Closing the boatworks had been the right decision at the time—the only choice, really. The company had been losing money steadily for years because of market factors and Joe’s general mismanagement.
“I’ve always loved Redemption Bay,” Roxy went on. “It’s a great location, within the city limits but far enough on the outskirts that you sort of feel like you’re out there on your own and the walking path from downtown to the bay around the lake is a huge bonus.”
“It’s been nice so far,” he answered.
She looked around—surprising a few people who quickly turned away from them—then pitched her voice low. “You know, if you’re interested in purchasing a place of your own in town now that you’ve sold Snow Angel Cove to Aidan, I might have a few possibilities. The property three houses over from where you’re staying now, just on the edge of the bay, is about to go on the market. I’m not supposed to say anything yet but I think you can get it for a steal.”
Yeah, that wasn’t happening. He forced a smile. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”
“Are you thinking about moving back?” When Ben wasn’t looking, Russ Warrick had approached them and now he faced Ben with an arrested expression.
“No,” he was quick to answer. He didn’t need that rumor going the rounds in Haven Point now. “Aidan keeps me plenty busy in San Jose, believe me. I’m not coming back.”
He would have liked to leave the matter there but Dr. Warrick wouldn’t let him.
“You should seriously think about it, son. I know you’ve sold your holdings to Aidan but your roots in Haven Point go as deep as an oak.”
“I’ve been gone a long time, Doc. I’ve got a pretty good life in California. Some trees are able to throw down roots just fine in a new place.”
“Maybe. It’s worth considering, though.”
The doctor wanted something from him and Ben didn’t have the first idea what that might be. He was actually grateful when McKenzie went to the front of the room and asked everyone to take a seat so the breakfast could begin.
Before he could figure out a way to sneak