Jenna tried to lean as far away from him as she could. But considering her foot was wedged between two boards, it wasn’t nearly far enough.
A large hand curved around her ankle. The unexpected touch caught Jenna off guard. And sent an equally unexpected jolt of electricity running through her.
“Hold still,” Dev commanded. “You’re as jumpy as a tree frog.”
A tree frog. Now there was something a girl dreamed of being compared to.
“What’s taking so long?” Jenna found her view blocked by a broad shoulder.
“I’m trying to decide which one to save. Your shoe or your foot.” Dev slanted a look at her, the amusement in his eyes a contrast to his solemn tone.
“That’s not funny.” But even as she said the words, Jenna felt a bubble of laughter rising in her chest.
What would her readers think if they saw City Girl, their favorite columnist, now? Jenna was relieved this particular moment in her life would never make it into print!
“You should think about investing in something a little more—” A gentle tug. “—practical.”
Jenna wanted to argue that this pair of shoes had been the source of inspiration for the most popular column she’d ever written.
“In the Right Pair of Shoes, A Girl Can Go Anywhere.”
“I mean, considering they’re practically stilts, I can see you get decent clearance,” Dev went on. “But they can’t possibly be comfortable.”
“They happen to be exactly right for where I live.” Jenna ignored the part about them being comfortable. “Concrete sidewalks. Foliage growing in pots. Parks with leash laws…” Her attempt to deny the humor in the situation was too much. She grinned down at him.
And Dev released her so abruptly that she almost lost her balance again. The laughter faded from his eyes.
“That might be true, but these things won’t last a week and neither—” He stopped, but Jenna knew what he’d been about to say.
Neither will you.
With as much dignity as she could muster, Jenna swished right past him on her impractical shoes.
If she wasn’t determined to do everything in her power to be back in Minneapolis as soon as possible, it would have been oh so tempting to prove the man wrong.
* * *
Dev watched his neighbor sashay down the dock and felt like a first-class jerk.
Sorry, God, but you know I don’t deal well with surprises.
Like finding out that Just Jenna had a sense of humor. Or the zap of attraction he’d felt when she cast that mischievous grin in his direction.
Dev hadn’t felt that tongue-tied since a black bear had wandered into his campsite one night and lay down on the end of his sleeping bag. While he was inside of it.
A cold nose nudged his hand and Dev looked down. Violet’s bushy eyebrows wiggled an apology.
“Only because I have to,” Dev said in a low voice. After all, it was his own fault for owning a dog the size of a skid steer. “But sit here—and try to stay out of trouble.”
Violet flopped onto her belly. Of course. Now she listened to him. Leaving the dog in an expanding pool of lake water, he went to join the group assembled at the end of the dock.
“Dev let me reel it in all by myself,” Logan was saying. The look of pride on the boy’s face made Dev smile.
“Mr. McGuire,” Jenna corrected her nephew.
“I don’t mind if they call me Dev. ‘Mr. McGuire’ is too formal for fishing buddies.” Not only that, every time Dev heard it he’d have to fight the urge to glance over his shoulder to make sure his father hadn’t materialized behind him.
Brent McGuire would have viewed a few hours of early morning fishing as a complete waste of time.
In fact, his father believed that until Dev returned to take over the helm of the family business, his entire life was being wasted. Telephone conversations had become thinly disguised lectures on duty and responsibility. His mother kept a running list of everything Dev was “missing.” It was the reason their relationship had been condensed to brief phone calls, spaced out over major holidays.
Dev didn’t regret moving to Mirror Lake. No one here cared about the gold plaque on his door or his family pedigree. The locals respected his desire for privacy and left him alone. Dev had decided it was only fair to return the favor.
His life might not be the way Dev pictured it, what he’d lost couldn’t be compared to everything he’d gained. The solitude, which in the beginning had seemed like a punishment, Dev had begun to view as a gift from God.
That’s why he couldn’t figure out why God had deposited a woman and two children practically outside his door. Especially a woman like Jenna, who looked as if she was dressed for a photo shoot and obviously preferred to see her fish breaded and served next to a side of coleslaw rather than swimming around in a bucket.
“It smells funny.” Tori, who’d pushed closer for a better view of the fish, wrinkled her nose.
For a split second, Jenna looked as if she were tempted to do the same.
Logan dismissed his little sister’s comment and looked at his aunt with a hopeful expression, waiting for her opinion.
“It’s very slimy—” Jenna caught herself. “Shiny. Very shiny.”
Logan beamed. “It’s a keeper, right, Dev?”
“That’s right.” Was it his imagination, or was Jenna looking a little, er, green around the gills?
“And I get to take it home.”
Forget-me-not blue eyes widened at Logan’s announcement.
No, definitely not his imagination.
“B-but—”
“It’s one of the rules of fishing.” Dev interrupted Jenna midsputter.
“Rules?” She gazed at him with open skepticism.
“Unwritten, of course.”
“Of course.”
“You catch it, you keep it,” Logan sang out.
“Exactly.” Dev checked a smile.
“That’s very…thoughtful…of you,” Jenna said in a tone that hinted it was just the opposite.
“Can you take a picture of it, Aunt Jenna?” Logan asked. “I want to show Mom.”
A shadow passed through Jenna’s eyes but she nodded. “Of course, but I think you should be holding the fish so she can see how big it is.”
“Can I hold it, too?” Tori wanted to know.
“I have an idea. Why don’t I take the picture and all three of you can pose with the fish?” Dev couldn’t resist.
“Okay!”
Jenna didn’t join the chorus. She sighed and pulled a slim black gadget out of her pocket, the kind that did everything but clean your house.
Dev held out his hand and she reluctantly dropped the expensive little piece of technology into his calloused palm. Dev stood patiently through the brief tutorial that followed.
“Now, how should we set this up?” Jenna squinted at the sun. “Maybe—”
“I think I can take it from here.” Dev lined up the shot. “Ready?”
Only two blond heads bobbed. In this instance, Dev went with the majority.