She’d never seen him move faster than a reluctant trot, now that she thought of it. Which was fine with her, considering the wicked intent she’d recognized in those Caribbean-blue eyes back on the dock. Lord knew she didn’t want the guy moving any faster than absolutely necessary. She spotted a knot of people standing in the street between Lila’s place and Ben Barnes’s. Rush was there already, his shorn head and closed face looming over his aunt, and Goose jogged over to him. She slipped a hand into his elbow and tugged. “Rush, hey.” She threw a wayward hank of hair away from her mouth while Rush angled himself to shield her from the wet slap of the wind. “What happened?” “Sounds like our rogue moose was looking for love in all the wrong places again,” Rush said. “It’s that damn garbage pile in your backyard,” Ben Barnes said to Lila. “How many times do I have to tell you? Compost only works if you maintain the pile. You can’t just throw your trash out the back door and expect not to attract wildlife.”
