“No,” he says slowly. “But if you’re trying to convince me to move out, getting a puppy is not the way to do it.”

“So you’re just using me for my dog?” I ask, risking a glance over at him.

“And your big,” his eyes drop to my arms, “beachfront access.”

His grin is addicting and I can’t help smiling back. He might not know he’s doing it, but Sean is flirting with me. I’ve gone to bed with people with less encouragement.

“That’s why I got it,” I say fluttering my eyelashes. “My beachfront brings all the boys to my yard.”