The Next Right Thing (Harlequin Superromance) - Plot & Excerpts
From there, it was a short walk to the San Clemente pier and its Fisherman’s Restaurant, which advertised itself as being the best seafood in town. After checking in, they headed to the restaurant, where they purchased two T-shirts from its gift shop so they would have something clean to wear the next day. Cammie got a pink T-shirt with the words Live, Love, Surf in San Clemente. They had only one left in Marc’s size. It was black with the words, in big white letters, Chicks Dig Me, Fish Fear Me. “Maybe I’ll wear it to court sometime,” Marc joked. “Right,” Cammie agreed. “It screams ‘like me’ to a jury.” A young man, his sun-bleached hair flopping into his eyes, led them to their table on the pier. Heat lamps and a Plexiglas wall protected them from chilly breezes and spray from the crashing waves below. As he lit a candle at the table, Marc ordered a bottle of wine. “Where’s your phone?”
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