sure she will. What about earrings?”
She lifted a brow. “Earrings?”
“Yes. Do earrings come with the necklace?”
“No, but I can make you some.”
He’d been hoping she’d say that. “When?”
“It will take me a couple of days. The cruise ship docks tomorrow, so the shop will be busy. Two days from now will work for me, unless you need them sooner.”
“No, I can wait. My mother’s birthday is next month.”
He would have an excuse to return to her shop.
Flipper watched her open the case and pull out the necklace. He knew his mother was going to love it.
“If you don’t mind, please complete this ticket,” she said. “And I will need full payment for the earrings before I make them.”
“That’s no problem,” he said, taking the document from her.
After he completed the form, he handed it back to her. She glanced at it. “So you’re from Texas?”
“Yes. Dallas. Ever been there?”
“Yes, once. I thought it was a nice city.”
“It is. I was born and raised there.”
“And what brought you to Key West?” she asked him.
“Work, at least for the next thirty days.” That wasn’t a total lie.
“Hurricane relief?”
“Something like that.”
“You’re military?”
“At one point but not now.” He would let her think he was no longer military.
“I knew immediately.”
He lifted a brow. “How?”
She shrugged. “Military men are easily recognized, at least by me.”
“Because your dad is military?”
“He was military. Dad died years ago in the line of duty.”
“I’m sorry.” Flipper was always sorry whenever a fellow soldier lost their life.
“Thank you. Your package will be ready in two days, David. Your mobile number is on the form you completed. If I get to it sooner, I will call you.”
“Two days is fine. I’ll be back.”
“’Bye, David.”
“’Bye, Swan.” He then turned and walked out of the shop.
As much as he wanted to invite her out to lunch today, he knew he couldn’t rush things. He needed to earn her trust, even though he had less than thirty days to prove her innocence and determine who had no qualms about making her look guilty.
* * *
Swan was cheerful that night as she let herself into her home. Sales today had been better than normal. A tour group from New York had converged on the island and they’d come to spend money. She’d been happy to oblige.
Opening a jewelry shop had been a risky business move, but one that had paid off. She’d earned a degree in business management from the University of Miami and returned to the island after college to work as a manager at one of the elite hotels on the island. She’d enjoyed her job but had felt something was missing in her life. She hadn’t been using her jewelry-making talent.
She’d promised her mother on her deathbed that she would find a way to use that talent.
Even after taking care of all her mother’s funeral expenses, there had been more than enough money left to buy a little storefront. It had been a good investment because of its location. Some days were busier than others. This had been one of those busy days.
Now she was ready to wind down for the evening. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and eased her feet into her favorite flats before heading to the kitchen for a glass of wine. As she did so, she couldn’t help but think about her first customer of the day.
David Holloway.
He was a cutie, she had to give him that. And the memory of those eyes had stayed with her most of the day.
David Holloway had come into her shop to buy a birthday gift for his mother. How sweet. His mother was lucky. A lot of men didn’t even remember their mothers’ birthdays. She’d dated quite a few of those men and never developed lasting relationships with any of them. She figured if a man didn’t treat his mother right, then there was no hope for a girlfriend.
As she opened the French doors to step out on the patio, she again remembered those blue eyes and how she’d felt whenever she’d looked into them. No man’s eyes had ever made her feel that way before.
The effect was unsettling.
Okay, so what was wrong with her? Cutie or no cutie, she normally didn’t get caught up over a man. She dated when it suited her, but she would admit that no one had suited her lately. At least not since her best friend, Candy, had left Key West to go live in Boston. Candy had refused to live on the island with her ex and his new wife—the one he’d married before the ink had even dried on the divorce papers.
Refusing to dwell on how shabbily Donald Knoll had treated Candy, Swan looked out at the water. It was calm tonight. When she had evacuated due to the hurricane, she hadn’t known what to expect when she returned. Between her home and her shop, there had been some damage, but not as much as she’d feared.
The thought of losing her home had been devastating. This was where her father had brought her mom after they’d married. This home held so many childhood memories—of her father leaving on his missions as a Navy SEAL, of how happy she and her mother would be whenever he returned.
But then he hadn’t returned.
Swan felt a knot in her throat as she recalled that day. She’d never seen that sparkle in her mother’s eyes again. Swan recalled her mother telling her once that when you met a man who could put that sparkle in your eyes, then you knew he was a keeper.
Swan often wondered if she would ever find her keeper.
She had plenty of time. Besides, she needed to rethink her opinion about men first. If what Don had done to Candy wasn’t enough to keep her single, all Swan had to do was remember William Connors, the businessman she had met while working at the hotel.
At the time, he had convinced her he was a bachelor without a care in the world but claimed that he wanted to make her Mrs. William Connors one day.
For some reason, Candy hadn’t trusted him. She had a friend who worked for a private investigator check him out. Swan had been devastated when the investigation revealed there was already a Mrs. William Connors, along with three Connors children.
William
