She's the One (Lowcountry Lovers Series Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

now.” Ben sat back on his heels and looked around. “The house looks good, Shane.”
    “Thanks. I’ve got a job for you. Fair warning, the people are assholes with deep pockets.”
    “Those are my favorite kind of assholes.”
    “The Jordan house on 42nd street.”
    “I talked to them about a pool not long after they bought the house, but they couldn’t swing it financially.”
    “Melissa will set you up with them.”
    Ben grabbed a wrench out of his toolbox with a huge smirk on his face, not saying anything—for about thirty seconds. “So how’s that working out for you?”
    “What?”
    “Melissa still trying to set you up?”
    “Don’t start.”
    “Man, give it up. She keeps throwing women at you right and left. Take the hint and move on.”
    “You’re one to give relationship advice.”
    “I’m just saying.” Ben tossed the wrench back in the box, stood up and stretched. “Cassie’s in town, permanently she says. Still smoking hot.”
    Cassie. Atlanta. A huge hot mistake. “Don’t care.”
    “New boyfriend.”
    “Still don’t care.”
    Ben shrugged. “Now is that any way to talk about your fiancé?”

    “O oh, child, Savannah Sinclair is on line one and she is fit to be tied.”
    “Thanks, Pearl.” Melissa took a deep breath and punched the button on the phone. “Hi, Savannah.”
    “I want another place, a different place. This won’t work. No, not at all.” She sounded like she was winded. “No, you know what? I’m not going anywhere. If anyone’s leaving, it’s him . That’s what he’s good at.”
    “Breathe and calm down.” Melissa could still hear her rapid fire breath. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
    “I told you. He’s here, at my townhouse.”
    Well that was encouraging. She sounded like she might actually want to buy the place.
    “Who’s at the townhouse, Savannah?”
    “I walked out to the pool, put my towel down, and there he was. Oh, this is terrible. He has got to go.”
    “Was someone bothering you? Do we need to call the police?”
    “Oh, God, I think I’m going to be sick.”
    “Try to calm down.”
    “You don’t understand. Jack’s here. Next door to me. Oh, God, we’re actually sharing the same walls.”
    The good news was, she didn’t sound freaked out like her ex-husband was some sort of ax murderer. She sounded more like a high school girl who’d answered the door in curlers and no makeup and had found her biggest crush on the other side. “He said ‘Hi, Savannah.’ Can you believe that? The bastard.”
    “Then what happened?”
    “I ran back inside to get my phone and call you.”
    “Okay. Calm down.” Yeah, that wasn’t happening . “I don’t manage the unit next to you, but my friend does. I’ll call him and see if he can move Jack to another place.”
    “This island isn’t big enough for both of us, Melissa. Have your friend move him to Sullivans Island, no, Kiawah. Hilton Head .”
    “Relax, Savannah. Let the island work it’s magic and I’ll call you back in a few minutes with a resolution.
    “Thank you, Melissa. I’m sorry. I know I sounded like a crazy person, but he just does things to me. When I’m around him, I can’t breathe. Any semblance of organized thought goes out the window.” Her breath picked back up again. “When he left me—oh, God, I’m going to be sick.”
    “Sit tight, I’ll call you back.”
    Melissa scrolled through the numbers on her phone and hit Bobby Bradford’s number.
    “Melissa. How are you?” Bobby was an account manager for one of Island Bliss’ competitors, the one person Melissa would hire if she could afford a staff of more than just her and Pearl.
    “Hey, Bobby. I’m good. You playing softball this season?”
    “Yeah, I’m on Shane’s team. You should join up.” First Pearl and now Bobby. Was there anyone who wasn’t Team Shane?
    “Thanks, but I’m not much for softball. Hey, I have a problem at unit B-4 over at Mermaid Cove.”
    “Wow. You’re completely booked up