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[fishybusiness]

You've reached Sarah Wilson and Wilson Family Seafood, I'm probably out fixing the boat, or trying to get the boys to school, or packing up the catch for the market or about a thousand other things so I can't pick up the phone right now. So leave me a message and I'll get back to you when I can.

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[fishybusiness]

[ She could correct him about the pleasantness of the view in a dozen ways but some things were just easier to prove with action than words, and the look she gave him was not at all subtle. Those dark eyes sized him up like he was the most delicious thing to ever exist in her kitchen.

Sarah bit her lip and shook her head before she turned back to take the gravy off the heat now that it had simmered down thick and flavorful. She gestured to the trivet on the counter. ] Put that on the table?

[ As soon as he did she brought the pan with gravy over and gave it a last stir. ] Oh, and the biscuits smell about done, can you take those out?

[ A round of coffee was called for and she put that on and set the cups nearby. A hot, homemade breakfast was almost ready to go and she trusted him to serve himself once everything was out. All I ask is that you put some clothes on before the boys get back. Which wasn't for another couple of hours from the last text she'd gotten from them. ]