Mac put Trixie and her confusing situation to the back of his mind so he could focus on the job he was here to do. If she wanted him to get involved, he’d left the door open. In the meantime, she had a guy willing to fly in from Minnesota to come to her rescue. To him, that said it all. Time to back away. Let Conor step in.
He silenced the part of his brain that said Trixie would run circles around someone like Conor Gault. He was too…expected. She needed someone who would challenge her and keep that busy mind of hers interested. How did he know that? Why did he care? Million dollar question, right there.
Not his problem. His problem was the crew of shivering Lost Harbor Fire Department volunteers who stood before him on the float at the base of Ramp Three. Lucas Holt, the harbormaster,
