Coast Guard Sweetheart. Lisa Carter

you always look good. But no, you’ve still got mud in that hard to reach place on the crown of your head. Here.” He reached for the hose. “Let me.”

      She eyed him for a second before surrendering the hose. He gave her a crooked smile meant to reassure. Instead, it curled her toes and jump-started her pulse.

      “Lean your head...” Sawyer directed the stream of water and finger-combed the mud out of the strands of her hair. “Good. Stay like that. There...”

      At his touch, she squeezed her eyes shut and reminded herself to breathe. In and out. Like Sawyer appeared in her life. Here today—

      “Okay. I think I got it.”

      Eyes wide open and with tingles frolicking like dancing dolphins across her skin, she realized he hadn’t stepped away. But he dropped his hand with the hose to his thigh. And his free hand?

      It still lingered, woven into the locks of her hair.

      Only inches away, his eyes had gone a smoky blue. She took a quick breath. He cradled the nape of her neck and drew her closer.

      In the circle of his arms, she soaked in his warmth. He tilted his head. Her lips parted.

      “Honey!”

      She jerked. Sawyer stepped back.

      Amelia waved from the screened porch. “Honey! Sawyer!”

      “She shouldn’t be on her feet. Doctor’s orders.”

      But Amelia came down the steps and let the screen door bang shut behind her. Sawyer turned off the faucet and recoiled the hose.

      “What’s wrong?” Honey surged forward, clasping Amelia’s sleeve. “Did the contractions return? Do we need to take you to the hospital?”

      Amelia shook her head. “No. I’m fine. But Braeden called. Thought Sawyer might be here.” A smile lifted her cheeks. “Turns out he was right.”

      Sawyer’s posture altered, becoming all business. “Is there a problem at the station?”

      Amelia moistened her lips. “Braeden’s calling for the off-watch Station Kiptohanock crew to report to headquarters. The forecast’s changed. The tropical depression skipped tropical storm status and mushroomed into Hurricane Zelda.”

      “What’s its current status?” Sawyer frowned. “And where is it projected to make landfall?”

      Amelia took a deep breath. “It’s Category 4 and gaining speed. Braeden’s meeting now with Accomack County Emergency Management officials to coordinate strategies. Landfall is estimated to occur somewhere between Hatteras and Ocean City.”

      Worry prickled Honey. “Putting the Shore right in the middle of its path.”

      “Like a bull’s-eye.” Sawyer’s mouth tightened. “Increasing our chances for major storm damage.”

      “What about the Decoy Festival this weekend? Has it been cancelled?”

      “The storm’s headed our way, but not till later this week. So for now, the festival’s still a go.” Amelia swallowed. “But it’s going to get bad. Maybe mandatory evacuations if it truly veers in our direction.”

      Honey sniffed. “Real Shoremen don’t leave because the wind changes direction. We stand our ground.”

      “It’s a bad wind that never changes.” Amelia gave Honey a pointed look. “And I’m not just talking about a hurricane.”

      Sawyer’s brow furrowed into a V. “If the Coast Guard tells you to go, you better go.” He surveyed his mud-splattered clothing. “Good thing I keep a spare uniform in my vehicle.”

      Come to think of it, she’d have known Sawyer was back in town if she’d spotted that flashy blue convertible of his.

      Honey flicked him a look. “You better hose off first, Coastie, or you’ll ruin your fancy car.”

      “Sold it. Got me a truck like I had in Oklahoma.”

      Avoiding her gaze, he headed toward the dock once more. “I better get moving. Cool off while I’m at it, too.”

      Him and her both.

      But a truck? Sawyer Kole had a truck?

      She wondered why he’d made the change. Wondered what the change signified about him. Maybe more in keeping with his true cowboy nature?

      From the house, Max bellowed for Mimi. Amelia trudged uphill, leaving Honey staring after Sawyer’s broad-shouldered back.

      Because most of all, Honey wondered why in the name of flying Long Johns she still cared.