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AUGUST 7, 2010
“You’re not going to tell me what we’re seeing?” I asked Maddox skeptically.
I’d agreed to this date last week over breakfast. One date, and if it wasn’t what I wanted, then we could be professional again. As if that was ever going to be possible. Maddox had insisted on an all-day date. I’d looked at him, exasperated, but when he’d shown up in his truck and driven me out to Tybee Island, how could I argue?
We splashed in the water, lounged in the sand, and sketched. It felt like high school all over again—in the best way. We skipped out before the crowds showed up and went to The Crab Shack for their famous low-country boil. I gorged myself on seafood until I thought I’d be sick. It was all so delicious.
After we returned to his apartment to shower and change o
