Page 61 of The Right Wrong Promise

“No, I’m serious. You have some serious talent. You must have a website or something online?” She picks up another object shaped more like a mountain with a grooved path running down to a small basin at the bottom. “And this incense holder—fabulous!”

“If you’re hoping flattery wins you a discount, it’s working,” Lee says.

She bites her lip and bats her eyes.

Shit.

Again, flaming hot jealousy knifes me in the chest.

“So generous, I’d love that. Not sure I’ll be here long, though. I’m basically just here on vacation,” she says. “If I buy something now, can I get it shipped home?”

“Absolutely. And thanks for showing me how kind Sully Bay can be, even if you’re not a regular,” he says with an easy smile. “Take your time, and please don’t worry about hogging anything you like. They’re all one of a kind, and no one else stopping by yet has appreciated this stuff like you.”

Why do I doubt that?

Could’ve sworn I saw several other people fluttering around his stall earlier. I think one older lady walked away with a mug, smiling from ear to ear.

But I don’t think Margot notices or cares.

She just smiles at him gratefully as she browses, running her finger absently along a few pieces.

Out of curiosity, I pick up a black mug and turn it over in my hand.

There’s no denying quality when you see it. Sturdy with an artistic flare that makes each item stand out with deep, rich colors and a glossy finish. His stuff feels high-end without being pretentious.

He has a good eye, this Lee.

That’s why Margot loves his work, I suppose.

“What about you?” Lee asks, stopping in front of me, separated by another table featuring his ceramic wares. “Did you also come here as a kid?”

“No. First time in Sully Bay, actually.” I turn the mug over again, keeping my eyes riveted to it. There’s a faint signature scratched into the bottom. “I’ll take three of these. Black, red, and that dark-green color.” I nod at the row of mugs in front of me.

“Excellent choices.” He takes the black mug back and starts wrapping it up with the others in thick brown paper. “You planning on hanging around here long?”

My eyes narrow. My blood stings.

It couldn’t be fucking clearer he’s after Margot.

I fold my arms, already regretting the purchase.

“Maybe. We’re flexible with the kids just starting school,” I lie.

So what if I emphasizekids?

Let him think whatever he wants.

From the way his face falls, he must think she’s off-limits, and that’s goddamned fine and dandy.

“Oh, yes. Playing it by ear, huh? It must be nice for the young ones this time of year. I could never sit still in a classroom, especially with big piles of leaves to romp through.” He holds up the card reader with the amount on the screen, offering a tight smile.

I don’t even look at the screen as I tap my card.

“Guess so,” I say flatly.

“Hey, Lee, can I get a few of these bowls?” Margot interrupts, pointing to the autumn-colored dishes.

He quickly moves over to wrap them up for her.