Their Unexpected Love. Kathleen Y'Barbo
now? And he had invited her to stop in and view the construction progress.
Unfortunately, when Pippa reached the Branson Building, she found everything locked up and no evidence anyone was still there. Lord, give me an opportunity to change his mind very soon, won’t You? Just to be sure, she pulled to a stop in front of the building and then called Logan.
He picked up on the second ring. “I was just thinking of calling you.”
She hadn’t expected that. “Oh?”
“Yes, but you called me. So, what’s up?”
Pippa leaned back against the seat and shifted the phone to the other ear. “I told you I would stop by the building. I just wanted to be sure you weren’t still there.”
“Actually I’m down at the marina.”
That explained the screeching of gulls on the other end of the line. “That answers my question. I won’t keep you, then.”
“No, wait. I was about to take Eric’s boat out. Want to join me?”
Pippa caught sight of herself in the rearview mirror. The day had been long, and every minute of it showed on her face. But this was Logan. Her building contractor.
And she had asked the Lord to give her an opportunity to change his mind. Indeed this qualified as “very soon.”
“Remember I’ve been at the outreach all day,” Pippa warned.
“Then a sail around the bay, a swim and a picnic on Sand Island sound like exactly what you need.”
It did.
“Sure,” she said. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. I just need to stop by the cabin and change clothes.”
It took just a few minutes to reach the cabin. Pippa changed into her yellow swimsuit, tossed on shorts and a T-shirt and then grabbed a towel. Logan was waiting for her on deck, his smile broad as she walked toward Eric’s sailboat.
“Right on time,” he said.
Pippa checked her phone and then tossed it into the bag with her towel. “Ten minutes exactly. So, how did you manage to appropriate Eric’s boat?”
“Between his veterinary practice and the kids, he and Amy don’t get out on the water much anymore. He’s too stubborn to sell the boat, but he doesn’t mind loaning it out to his stepbrother to do a little preventative maintenance trip every once in a while.”
She allowed him to help her on board. “I see.”
His hand lingered a moment against her back as he steadied her. “Ready?”
“Definitely.” Stowing her bag, Pippa watched as Logan untied the rope and then steered the sailboat out to open water. “What a beautiful afternoon.”
Whether Logan heard, she couldn’t tell. He seemed too intent on his duties as ship’s captain to notice anything beyond the water, the wind and their course across the bay. They sailed against the tide, slicing through the waves with ease. Pippa settled back to enjoy the ride while Logan attended to his duties.
After a while, he set anchor some twenty yards from Sand Island, the uninhabited stretch of sand in the center of Vine Beach Bay that was a favorite spot for picnics and shell collecting. “Hungry yet?”
She was. “Oh, I should have brought something.”
“No need.” Logan reached into the galley and produced a cooler. “I’m prepared to share.” He met her gaze, his expression gleeful. “Unless you don’t like hot dogs cooked over an open fire and s’mores for dessert.”
While Pippa couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a hot dog, the s’mores sounded wonderful. “Perfect.”
Logan tied a rope to the cooler and lowered it down into the water. “There’s another cooler just over there,” he said, pointing behind her. “My towel’s already in there with the things we’ll need to have a picnic. Why don’t you put yours in it and then bring it to me? We can float over to the island with the coolers.”
She did as he asked and then handed him the cooler. “Ladies first,” he said, indicating that she should jump into the water.
Pippa dove in and then bobbed to the surface, exhilarated by the warm water. “Oh, this feels great,” she said as she swam over to grasp the cooler full of towels while Logan executed a perfect dive. A moment later, he appeared and shook the water from his hair.
Grasping the rope on the cooler, he paddled toward Sand Island. Pippa followed a few yards behind, preferring to allow the current to float her to shore with the cooler. Drying off, she spread the towels out on the sand while Logan gathered sticks. Before long, Logan had a small fire going.
“Anything new to report on the building progress?” she asked as she held her hot dog stick over the fire and watched it begin to roast.
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