Allure

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A stiff, hot wind blows across the Beaufort River, carrying the scent of parched sea grass, mucky earth, and belly-up redfish through the car window. Low tide in the South Carolina Lowcountry can be a smelly proposition, especially in the summer when temperatures soar past sweltering. Stinky or not, these salt marshes with their maze of dense green reeds, and downy white egrets are some of the most beautiful places on earth. Definitely paint-worthy.

But before I can grab my canvas and oils, we’ve got to get Miss Delia home from the hospital in one piece, which shouldn’t be a problem with Cooper Beaumont at the wheel. Fixing his eyes on the road ahead, he guides his father’s beige station wagon across the Lady’s Island bridge heading toward St. Helena Island, my summer home-away-from-home. I on the other hand, prefer to stare at him.

Shooting me a quick sideways glance, he smiles. “What are you looking at?” he asks, just loud enough to hear over the engine’s purr.

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