Coast Guard Sweetheart. Lisa Carter

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      “I’m sorry, Honey.” Sawyer pivoted on his heel toward the exit.

      Her nostrils flared. That was it? After all this time, that was all he had to say for himself?

      If he thought he was going to walk away from her again, Sawyer Kole had another thought coming. No longer able to contain the molten lava of three years of unanswered questions, her anger erupted and exploded.

      “That’d be Beatrice Duer to you, Coastie.”

      She reached across the counter and seized the uneaten Long John on his plate. She hurled the cinnamon donut across the room where it collided with a shower of powdery sugar against the back of Sawyer Kole’s hard head.

      The dozen or so cafe patrons, including Max, gave a collective gasp.

      Sawyer whipped around. The disbelief on his features almost made her laugh.

      Almost. ’Cause laughing wasn’t something she’d done much since that bittersweet spring.

      “Honey...” Her waitress friend, Dixie, lowered a platter of fresh baked Long Johns to the countertop. “Before you go off half-cocked...”

      Sawyer just...stared at her. Which only made Honey crazier. She snatched another Long John off Dixie’s tray.

      This time, he made a gesture with his hand like a stop sign. “Honey...” His mouth tightened.

      Honey raised her arm in an arc over her head. “I told you to call me Beatrice. Be-a-trice. Better yet, don’t call me anything at all.” She drew back.

      Sawyer’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t...”

      Honey lobbed the donut at him.

      Zapping him square between the eyes, the Long John bounced and landed at his regulation black shoes on the cafe’s linoleum floor.

      “Hah!” She jutted her chin. “I just did.”

      Max nudged her with his elbow. “Mimi says it’s not nice to throw things, Aunt Honey.”

      “He deserves it.” She palpitated another Long John. “This one, too.”

      And she flung the donut in Sawyer’s direction again. But her aim was a trifle off. The Long John only grazed his tropical blue Coastie uniform, leaving a trail of sugar across his chest.

      His rugged profile remained stoic. The arctic blue of his eyes smoldered. But otherwise, no reaction.

      Maddened, she palmed another pastry, which she let fly in a curveball worthy of the Kiptohanock church league champions. “And another. And—”

      It ricocheted off his jaw.

      A muscle ticked in his cheek. But he said nothing. Only opened his stance to hip’s width and folded his hands behind his back. He lifted his face as if bracing for the next onslaught. Preparing to take whatever she pitched his way.

      “Tough guy, huh? I’ll show you—”

      Max laughed. “This looks like a fun game, Aunt Honey.”

      Grabbing a Long John for himself, he propelled it across the length of the cafe. It landed with a plop into the cereal bowl of a redheaded girl from his Sunday school class. She screamed as the milk cascaded over the rim and onto her Girl Scout uniform.

      Honey made a futile grab for her nephew as he appropriated two fistfuls of fried dough. “Max! Don’t—”

      But too late.

      The little girl yanked a Long John off a fellow scout’s plate and chucked it toward Max. But instead of Max, it hit a grungy waterman in the nose.

      “Hey!” The boat captain jumped to his feet. His reactionary winged donut walloped the troop leader, Mrs. Francis, upside the head.

      Mrs. Francis rose with battle fury in her eyes. “How dare you, you crazy ole—”

      “Boys against girls!” Max scrambled atop Sawyer’s vacated stool. Using the stool as a shield, with machine-gun rapid fire, he launched the doughy projectiles at the rest of the Girl Scouts.

      Who returned fire with targeted accuracy.

      Max retreated toward a table of his granddad’s contemporaries. Who, when the barrage sailed their way, responded with a volley of catapulted sugar and cinnamon. Ducking behind the padded booths, Mrs. Francis, the Kiptohanock postmistress and the town librarian, directed the Girl Scouts’ cannon assault.

      “Score!” Max fist-pumped as another donut grenade connected with the little redheaded girl.

      Her answering shot left Max with a mouthful of pastry. Spitting and coughing, Max retreated behind the counter.

      Donuts a-flying, Sawyer and Honey gaped at the ensuing melee taking place around them. An island of calm in the midst of mayhem.

      “Your turn, Aunt Honey.”

      She dodged too late as the Long John smacked her in the forehead.

      Max clenched another pastry in his right hand. “Bull’s—”

      “Don’t do it, Max... Drop it...” Sawyer stepped in front of her and scooped a mangled Long John off the floor. “Don’t you dare hit your aunt Honey again, Max.”

      Max chuckled and took aim. As did Sawyer. Peeping through her fingers, she covered her face with her hands.

      The bells jingled as the door whooshed open.

      “Executive Petty Officer Kole! What is going on in here? You will cease and desist immediately.”

      Sawyer groaned at the sight of his boss, Senior Chief Braeden Scott, framed in the doorway of the cafe.

      “Max Duer Scott! Honey!”

      Honey lowered her hands. Her older sister, Amelia, glared. Max dropped the donut and shuffled his feet.

      The surreptitious thud of twenty other donuts hit the floor as the townspeople came to their senses and surveyed the sugary wreckage of Kiptohanock’s favorite hangout.

      “Storm’s a-coming.” Seth Duer, her father, crossed his arms across his flannel plaid shirt. “But what in the name of fried oysters is going on in here?”

      * * *

      “What were you thinking, Kole?” Sawyer’s superior—and Honey’s brother-in-law—stared at him. “We’ve got a tropical depression barreling up the East Coast and you’ve started a war in Kiptohanock?”

      “I’m sorry, Chief.” Sawyer scanned the deserted and wrecked diner. “I accidentally ran into Honey and we sort of...collided.”

      “Do you think this is a laughing matter, Executive Petty Officer Kole? Do you think this is any way for the second in command at Station Kiptohanock to treat the local populace? Represent the United States Coast Guard? Provide an example to the СКАЧАТЬ