Micah was feeling unusually relaxed when he went into town
the next day. He'd been willing to blow off their morning run,
but Tessa had nagged him into getting his ass into gear. Hell,
he was either getting old, or he was worn out from exercising
in the most pleasant of ways all night long with Tessa. He was
pretty sure it was the second option since it had been a while
since he'd had sex. With a smirk, he realized made up for
lost time last night.
After their run, they'd showered and had lunch, then he'd
gone to the rink with Tessa. Dropping her off, he told her he
needed to run back to the guesthouse on the Peninsula to get
some clothing. But he made a stop first, one he wasn't looking
forward to making.
He stopped in front of Sullivan's Steak and Seafood when
he saw that the place was closed. Glancing at his watch, he re-
alized they'd be open for dinner business very shortly. Micah's
eyes scanned the chipped paint on the outside of the building,
wondering when it had last been painted. Between the saltwater
and the humidity, the exterior had taken a beating.
Putting his hand on the door handle, he turned it and then
pushed hard on the door, surprised to see that it opened.
Doesn't anybody lock their doors here?
He'd had to remind Tessa to lock up every time he left
Randi's old house. She did it, but she rolled her eyes at him
every single time, reminding him that he wasn't in New York.
Hell, maybe he was paranoid, but he'd never been in a town
where half the people never locked their doors.
He entered the restaurant and closed the door quietly be-
hind me.
As he headed for the kitchen, where he was hearing some
chopping sounds, he looked around the small restaurant, not-
ing the ragged chairs and slightly tilting tables. The walls were
lacking some chips of paint just like the outside of the building.
Strangely, with all of the nautical decor, it looked almost normal
for the place to appear somewhat old and tired.
"We're closed." Liam's voice sounded from the order window.
"I know," Micah answered as he strolled over to the
kitchen door and entered without an invitation. Now, face-to-
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