Lena Clare Butler wanted to cry.Spring break. She'd looked forward to this week for months and now, because she was incapable of saying no, it was all ruined. He'd be here any moment—Dixon Edwards, the movie guy. Her ball and chain for the next seven days.It had seemed like a good idea a month ago, when her neighbor and best friend Kelly Arnez had approached her about showing a visiting filmmaker around St. Augustine. The sizable charitable donation he'd offered for the assistance had been a motivating factor as well. But now that the time was here, she was regretting her impulsiveness and cursing her deep-seated sense of responsibility that wouldn't let her back out.She sank deeper into her sofa and looked at her to-do list for the week.
