“I hear you’ve acquired a good-looking new neighbour.”

Resisting an eye-roll, I transfer to the following shelf.

“I additionally hear he paid lots for that home. Gabrielle Larsen was very glad.”

I come to a halt—my arm in midair as I’m reaching for the breakfast cereal.

Wait. What?

“He did what?” I drop my arm and switch again towards Mrs Lewis.

“She was in right here crowing about it. The primary provide was for properly during the last valuation, and once they refused it, he provided much more. It was simply too onerous for them to show down.”

It takes me a second to course of what she’s stated.

“Deacon purchased the home?”

She offers me a smug smile. “He’s already launched himself? Feels like a winner to me. Perhaps he may help you recover from that fool who jilted you.”

I scrub my face with my proper hand. “He’s the fool who jilted me.”

Her eyes widen.

Oh. I shouldn’t have stated that.

By the tip of the day, all of the locals will know.

“He have to be fairly set on profitable you again then.”

I shrug. “I suppose.”

Why would Deacon have purchased the home? I assumed the Larsens had rented it to him in some form of Airbnb scenario, however shopping for it? The person has more cash than sense.

Now I would like to speak to him once more. Overlook ready for dinner.

I sprint by the shop, grabbing what I would like—hell, I’m certain I’ve forgotten half of it.

Mrs Lewis smiles knowingly at me as I make a mad sprint out the door and run to the automotive. I’m unsure why I’m operating. It’s not like Deacon’s going wherever.

After dropping off the groceries, I race throughout the sand to the opposite home once more earlier than hammering on the door till I hear a sound inside.

“Only a minute,” he calls.

The door swings open.

Oh my.

He’s contemporary out of the bathe, a blue towel wrapped round his waist and nothing else. He all the time seems so good.

“Pippa? You’re right here.” The breath he lets out is audible, like he’s relieved to see me. “Two visits in at some point. How did I get to be so fortunate?”

“Is it true? You got the home?”

He beams that blinding smile at me. “I did. How did you …?

“Mrs Lewis on the retailer instructed me. Why?”

Holding up a finger, he turns again into the home. “Simply give me a minute to complete getting dressed and we’ll speak.”

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