Heath sat on the deck sipping a beer while waiting for Jordan. The possible reasons she insisted on meeting him here piqued his curiosity. Privacy? Fear? Perhaps she didn’t plan on keeping him in her life long enough for it to matter. She parked her sedan beside his Jeep. Thankfully, Dugan had found a corn hole game down on the beach at a neighboring house. Gathering a strengthening breath, Heath waved and met her at the bottom of the stairs. She wore her hair pinned up. Small ringlets framed her face, teasing her temples in the warm breeze. Her frilly sundress emphasized her curves. “Hello beautiful.” He leaned close and kissed her temple. A flush of pink colored her tanned cheeks. She surveyed him. “Back at you, handsome.” Thankfully, his shorts and polo met her standards. “Do you mind coming up for a minute while I grab my keys and cell?” She smiled.
