Free She's the One (Lowcountry Lovers Series Book 2) by Kim Boykin Page A

wrong, sometimes were not, and it’s scary.”
    “Very scary.”
    “Sounds to me like you’re in love with one of those guys, sweet girl. You just need to figure out which one.”
    Melissa ended the call, needing chocolate or a good stiff drink. But first things first. She scrolled down her contacts and punched Parker Holbrook’s number.
    “Melissa Bliss. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
    “Hi, Parker, how are you?”
    “I’m well and you? Hope everything’s okay with your new office.”
    “I’m good, Parker, and the offices are perfect.” Sure it was a little small and the walls were paper thin, but that wasn’t why Melissa was calling. “What are you doing tonight?”
    “Ah, Melissa, do I need to remind you I really should not be one of the guys on your go-to list when you’re setting a woman up to find a husband. That is why you’re calling, isn’t it?”
    “Guilty, but this is different. Look, I know you’re The Bachelor on steroids, but I have a friend, Savannah Sinclair, she needs to get her feet wet, get back into dating.”
    “Of the Boston Sinclairs?”
    “Yes. Do you know her?”
    “I met her once, up on The Cape at a party. Years ago. Her college roommate was dating one of my best friends at the time. From what I remember, Savannah’s a charming girl. Beautiful.”
    “Exactly. She’s not looking to fall in love with the first guy she’s dates, and you’re certainly not looking to get involved.” Although if they clicked, Melissa had to admit, they would be well suited for each other. Similar backgrounds. Shared friends. This was looking better and better by the minute. “So, I was thinking, something simple. Just drinks at Vickery’s tonight. You can watch the sunset and if you enjoy her company, y’all can stay and hear the blues band I’m playing in. Sound good?”
    “I wouldn’t mind seeing Savannah again. Sure. Text me her number and I’ll call her. See you tonight.”
    “Thanks, Parker, you’re the best.” And his tone said he might be more than interested in Savannah.
    Melissa ended the call. Since it was a little early for that stiff drink, she opened the door to her tiny pantry and raided the shoe rack. Yeah, that sounded weird. She owned several of those six-foot-long plastic shoe racks that hung on the back of a door, and while the others were filled with shoes, the one in the kitchen was filled with chocolate.
    Her finger trailed over the plastic pockets. Big decision. Toblerone? She’d bought a dozen of the fourteen-ounce bars last fall. For a good cause, to support the island pee wee football league. There was only one left and she was saving it for a special occasion. Also, so she didn’t have to admit to herself she’d eaten almost ten pounds of primo Swiss chocolate in six months.
    She eyed the rest of the stash—Lindt, Ghirardelli, Godiva, and vintage Cadbury that she bought after an Easter sale, sometime in the last few years. Who ate Cadbury when they could have the good stuff? She plucked a dark chocolate and salted caramel Lindt bar out of a pocket. Yes, if there was a major disaster, she could survive a month on her stash, maybe more.
    Content she’d found a date for Savannah, and with her drug of choice in hand, it was time to dress for work. That first bite, melted onto her tongue, drawing a sigh out of her. She might be confused about her love life, but chocolate really was the answer to whatever the hell the question was.

    “Y ou’re looking mighty fine, Bo.” Melissa really didn’t need an intercom system with Pearl’s booming voice. “Haven’t seen you around in a long time. What brings you into the office today?”
    “Hey, beautiful. Henry sure is a lucky man, hope he knows that.”
    Pearl laughed. “He’d better. Are you wanting Melissa to show you some property, honey? We’re about to close, and I think she’s got a date tonight.”
    “She does. With me.”
    Melissa cringed, not wanting to see the WTF look she knew was coming.