“You know, I hadn’t really thought about that until now. I think if the old place burned down, I’d dig the whole shebang up and make a little park, name it Charles Sawyer park after Uncle Charlie. He was well loved in the community.”
“Who would want the land that much?”
Dino shrugged. “I’ve gotten so many offers, I can’t even count them all. The condo guys would like to build a ten story building right there. I imagine half the developers in the state would want that spot. It’s prime. Funny, when it was built, this was the poorest section of beach there was.”
“Really?” Kacy was surprised, it was now one of the most exclusive neighborhoods in the area.
“Yep, it was the black beach, they segregated in those days. No one wanted that stretch of sand and very few white people dared to go there. The military needed cheap land, so they appropriated it. It originally housed their camp offices. Very boring history really. They closed the base there, in around 1957.
“When Sophia’s father-in-law bought it in 1962, he refurbished it and made it into a night club. Then as the retirees flowed south from Daytona, he made it into a posh dinner theater and comedy club. They even got some big name acts there. It was popular until around 1975, when Sophie’s husband made it into a little theater. The rest you know.” He shrugged one broad shoulder.
“So we are no closer to knowing who wants it, than we were.” Kacy sighed, pushing away from the table.
“We can’t decide anything tonight. We’ll hope things settle down, or that the security men catch the culprit. I don’t give a damn if the whole place goes up in smoke. I just don’t want anyone hurt.” Dino looked angry, absorbed in his thoughts.
Kacy and Deacon decided it was time to go. Kacy gave Dino a kiss on the cheek, which he returned distractedly. They left with Deacon leaning on her again.
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am about the leg. I feel horrid. It was such a spiteful, mean thing to do.”
He hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek. “Frieda’s done worse to me, so forget about it.”
“Does she really think she can get anywhere with this palimony thing?”
“I don’t know. She hardly has a leg to stand on, being that she left me, so I’m not too worried. Maybe I should talk to a lawyer, though.”
“Mr. Stevens is one.”
“Oh, the florid, fat gentleman with the balding head who always wears those abominable ties. He’s playing Hannibal Hix. He’s semi-retired, but still keeps a shoe in. He could give you some advice, maybe suggest someone, if he can’t handle it himself.”
“You’re incredible, have I mentioned that?”
They were walking in the door to the guest house. He hobbled to the couch and flopped down.
“So glad you finally noticed.”
Kacy winked provocatively. He held out his hand to her, drawing her to the arm of the couch. She perched on it, leaning against him.
“What do you mean finally?” He asked playfully. “I noticed right away.”
“You did not!” she exclaimed. “You hated me when first we met! You called me a gorgon!”
Deacon chuckled seductively, deep in his chest. “Well, you had called me a flunky and a buffoon, if I remember rightly.”
“I was beastly.” She sighed heavily, remembering how horrible she had been.
“I was out of line making fun of you.” He brushed her arm tenderly with his finger.
Tears trickled from her eyes. She angrily blinked them away. “I was beyond horrendous. I got annoyed by that, sure, but when you turned around and looked like Pete…. I was angry and hurt, no sane reason, really. I just had this moment where I thought, Everyone was wrong! He’s alive, and no one told me! Then reality struck, and you didn’t seem to like me at all. But I should never have kicked your bad leg.”
His large, strong hands closed around her tiny waist, pulling her to his lap, wincing as her weight came down on his lap.
“I looked at you, all seething and angry, adding a little flush to your cheeks, and thought Wow! Then I saw you walking away from me, and that tight little ass, and I decided right there I wanted a piece of that.”
She pushed away from him, the angry flush back in her cheeks. “Did you really? Is that what all this is about? You wanted a piece of ass?”
Deacon realized he’d said completely the wrong thing. “Kacy, I didn’t mean it like that. I swear, I didn’t. I was just trying to tell you I was attracted to you right away.”
She jumped off his lap, backing from him angrily. “Is that how you talked to Frieda? How irresistible you must find yourself! Why, you must have women following you around like dogs in heat. What a suave operator! I can’t find words to express how charming that was to hear!”
She was working herself into a frenzy. Deacon didn’t know what to say, or how to calm her down. He’d said something that set her off, and had no earthly idea why.
“Kacy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that….” He rose unsteadily, taking a step or two toward her.
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