Paired with cargo shorts and deck shoes, it was way more casual than what he usually wore on a first date. But here at the beach, the fact that he’d ironed his shirt set him up as downright fancy. He shifted from foot to foot, anxious for Darcy to arrive. She hadn’t been far from his thoughts all day. It was nice to have something good dominating the front of his mind. There’d been nothing but misery and despair parked there for the past few days. An electric blue Mini Cooper stopped at the front of the resort. Darcy got out and handed her keys to the valet. She looked—well, not better in clothes than on the beach, but damn good. As she walked around the car, he got an eyeful of long legs strapped on top of wedges that showed off her polished toes. Super sexy. Having grown up with five sisters, he knew enough to identify her outfit as a peasant dress, with a full skirt that swished around her knees. The orange top slid off one shoulder. Coop would give just about anything to take a nibble of that exposed skin.
