Katie looked at him strangely.
“What?” Anton mumbled around a mouthful of baguette.
“I’ll buy the hot because this is at least a thousand degrees hotter than Cornwall. But…” She could feel it prickling her skin it was so intense.
“Damn, Katie. Any man doesn’t think you’re sexy is an idiot.”
That would be every man in her past. She looked down at herself. Boots, rugged shorts, and a denim work shirt that had seen too many seasons. Who was he trying to kid?
“Seriously, woman.” Anton reinforced his judgement strongly enough that she almost believed that he believed what he was saying. But she knew better than to…
Path to nowhere. She did her best to chop off that line of thought.
A trail begins.
Where did this trail begin?
It started at sea.
Then—
“Cables come ashore. Let’s follow
