What kind of place was this island?
Several seconds passed before Hannah’s brain registered what her eyes were seeing. Pushing through the door was Buster the alligator, his mouth full of wildflowers.
Like a bouquet, she thought wildly as Buster took a step toward her.
That was it. Hannah leaped onto the counter and scrambled over it, landing in a surprised Buck Shanahan’s arms.
“Oh, my God,” Hannah whispered.
“Shh,” he said. He didn’t put her down.
Moving slowly, Buster edged his huge body into the office. His gaze never left Hannah as he made a relatively quiet groan and dropped the flowers on the floor.
“I don’t believe this,” Buck whispered.
Then, slowly, with great reluctance, Buster backed his huge length out of the office. Outside, he offered another mating roar.
“Wow!” Buck said. “Buster just brought you a bouquet.”
Hannah stared at him, seeking balance. “I’m underwhelmed.”
Also by Sue Civil-Brown
The Prince Next Door
Breaking All the Rules
Next Stop, Paradise
Tempting Mr. Wright
Catching Kelly
Chasing Rainbow
Letting Loose
Carried Away
Hurricane Hannah
Sue Civil-Brown
AUTHOR NOTE
NO ALLIGATORS WERE harmed in the writing of this book. No humans were harmed by alligators in the writing of this book.
Poker is not advocated as a way to settle disputes or make money, except on Treasure Island.
Flights to Treasure Island depart regularly. Return flights are unpredictable.
Buster will meet you at the airport. Bring a chicken.
To the survivors of Katrina,
from survivors of Charlie, Frances and Jean.
Our prayers are with you all.
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