Sam is almost always dressed in long sleeves. We get the occasional t-shirt, which is a crime because James Denton in a t-shirt? Nice. He was in a Hallmark movie years ago and a tattoo on his left arm was visible. I mean, Sam was supposedly in a band with long hair back in the day. Why the Good Witch hasn't taken advantage of this is beyond me. So I thought, why let a good tattoo go to waste? Cassie certainly shouldn't.

"I can't thank you all enough for volunteering to help set up the Summerfest booths on this blistering hot afternoon," Martha simpered. She swatted Abigail on the shoulder and sauntered away with her 'Martha for Middleton' campaign fan fanning furiously and a "yoohoo" for the next unsuspecting victim.

Abigail rolled her eyes at Martha's 'thanks to all the little people' routine, "I think she means volun-told," she snorted, dragging another box of daisies onto the table in front of her.

"She didn't even bother to ask me in person! She just sent a text with instructions on food for the volunteers and when to show up," Stephanie added, dropping a cooler onto the table with a huff.

Stephanie patted the lid of the cooler, "I'll be charging the city a premium for dropping this on me last minute. Good cause or not," she huffed, wiping at the sweat on her forehead.

Cassie smiled, pleased that Stephanie and Abigail had shown up to help, "Well, Martha knows that she can always count on you two. Being someone that can be counted on is never a bad thing."

"Being someone who can sleep in is never a bad thing," Abigail grumbled, folding a stray flyer from the festival into a rudimentary fan and rolling her eyes good naturedly at her do-gooder cousin, "I'm exhausted."

"Oh, did the very dashing Mayor Davenport keep you up late last night?" Stepahnie asked, bumping Abigali's hip with a sly wink.

Abigail snorted, "I wish. It was the end of the month books for the shop. Who knew selling flowers would require so much paper?"

Stephanie groaned, "Don't remind me. My laptop and I have a hot date tonight. But at least he won't mind if I wear ratty sweatpants with fuzzy socks and eat popcorn for dinner because I'm too tired to make an effort."

"The perfect man, silent and obedient," Abigail laughed and Stephanie nodded with a smirk.

Abigail elbowed Cassie, "Speaking of the perfect man, here one comes right now."

All of the ladies looked out onto the square to see who Abiagil was talking about.

"I don't think I've ever seen our illustrious Doctor Sam without a dress shirt and trousers, and running clothes don't count. The jeans are a really good look. And the toolbelt is just, yummy," Stephanie smirked.

"Do you think he'd spin around if I asked him too?" Abuagil asked, twirling a finger absently. "I wonder if the view is this good from all sides."

"Abigail…" Cassie cautioned, but her smile widened as she watched Sam walk closer.

"I wouldn't really ask him! Well, not in front of you anyway."

Cassie laughed and started to help Stephanie unpack one of the coolers of food for the volunteers.

"Okay, that's just about the cutest thing I've seen today," Grace pointed out Sam as she joined the ladies with the last of Stephanie's boxes from the Bistro.

"It certainly is chivalrous," Abigail nudged Cassie again, "Get your head out of the cooler you have to see this! He stopped to help Bethany with little Liam. Who doesn't love a handsome man with a baby in his arms?"

There was a chorus of "awws' as Sam shifted the baby in his arms like a pro and appeared to be having a serious conversation with the little boy about the bubbles floating past from the playground.

"I think one of my ovaries just shifted," Stephanie gripped her hip and sighed. "I really should have tried harder with that man..." she shot Cassie a grin, "...but he was a goner before our first date—which incidentally Cassie cooked for us! And he didn't stop talking about her the entire time. Are you sure he doesn't have a long lost brother?"

"Wait, wait!" Abigail whisper shouted, "Is that a…" she pushed her sunglasses up on her head and squinted a little into the sunlight.

"Oh. My. God. It is! Sam has a tattoo!" she slapped Cassie on the arm. "You young lady have been holding out on us! He's been a bad boy all along and you never said a word!"

"Um, I didn't know," Cassie shrugged, pushing her own sunglasses up and squinting a bit herself to get a better look.

"Are you joking?" Stephanie asked, fishing into her pocket for her glasses so she could get more than a blurry look.

"No, when would I have seen that?"

"You haven't seen him without a shirt on?" Abigail asked, raising a brow and giving Cassie a I don't believe you for a second look.

Stephanie nodded sagely, "One of my exes was like that, you know, one of those guys who likes it dark in the room when you-"

"Impressionable child here!" Grace shouted, covering her ears and backing away from the table, "I'm just going to find Nick and get him to throw up with me before we consider running away to Timbuktu."

"I've seen Donavan without a shirt on and we haven't known each other for years like you and Sam!"

"You have?"

"Oh yeah," Abigail smirked, "Great abs."

"Have you guys already…" Stephanie made a vague gesture with her hands.

"No. Not for lack of trying on my part but he's old fashioned and I kind of like that about him. I spilled yogurt all down the front of him at the sho[ and he had to take it off so I could rinse it in the shop sink in the back. I took a really long time to rinse it," Abigail laughed.

"Abigail!" Cassie admonished while Stephanie gave her a grin and a high five.

"You seriously didn't know he had a tattoo?"

"No," Casie shook her head, "but if I had, I can't imagine I would have found a way to work it into casual conversation."

"You don't work something like in. You make a public service announcement the next time we eat lunch together," Abigail huffed.

"And you describe it in dirty details", Stephanie added with glee.

"I don't have any dirty details!"

"And from where I am sitting that is crying shame. You have clearly been wasting your time...and ours!" Abigail shook her head in disgust. "Look at him! Tight jeans, white t-shirt, toolbelt on his hips and a baby on his bicep. This is a Hallmark movie in one picture!"

Stepahnie nodded sagely, "It really is. I'm sorry Cassie, you know I love you and there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you but, if you aren't trying to get that man alone and horizontal every chance you can I'm not sure we can be friends!"

"I think maybe we should leave poor Sam alone and finish helping Stephanie unpack," Cassie shoved a box in Abigail's direction and smiled.

Abigail started unpacking with a grin, "I still expect you to at least ask about it later."

"The getting horizontal and the tattoo!" Stephanie called over her shoulder.

"I'll think about it, not the horizontal, Stephanie..." Cassie hedged, biting her lip a bit to keep herself from agreeing wholeheartledy and dragging Sam behind the nearest booth and...

"I'll think about the horizontal for you," Abigal offered with a laugh.

"Abigail!" Cassie blushed and was grateful that Sam was out of earchot of the conversation.

"Okay, but if you think too long I'm just going to have to jump in and stir the pot again. And you don't want that do you?"

"Uh oh, might not have to stir that pot, honey," Stepahnie jerked her head toward a red head in a short sundress and sky high red wedges, "Here comes Daphne Reynolds sauntering right up to Sam. Seriously? Has she not been in this town for the last couple of years? All Sam needs is a collar and leash the way he pants after Cassie!

"Oh!" Abigail exclaimed, grabbing Stephanie by the arm, "She did not just adjust her boobs in front of him! Has she no shame?"

"Please, she's hungry for husband number four and it looks like Doctor Radford is on the menu. Cassie! Are you just going to stand there and let her and her triple D's flirt with Sam?"

Cassie smiled, "I trust Sam. Completely."

Stephanie snorted, "Trust Sam all you want, it's her you should be worried about. She looks ready to unhinge her jaw and swallow him whole like a viper."

"Cassie, if you aren't going to go over there then I will-"

"No, wait," Cassie gently placed her hand on Abigails arm to halt whatever plans she might have for poor Daphne, "Sam can handle himself, Abigail. I appreciate the gesture but it's not needed," Cassie added with the breezy assurance of a woman who knows she is well loved.

"I don't know Cassie…" Stehanie trailed off as Sam and Daphne turned towards Cassie and Sam shot Cassie a slow sexy wink before turning back to a rapidly retreating Daphne.

"Do not say I told you so," Abigail grumbled, although a smile tugged at her mouth, pleased for her cousin and her stupid in love fiance.

"I would never," Cassie smiled back, her cheeks heating under everyones gaze.

"Fine, you were right. Now go over there and greet your man and find out about the mystery tattoo before I do," Abigail gave Cassie a playful shove in the back, "Go on!"

"I didn't know you were going to be here today," Cassie pushed her sunglasses back onto her forehead.

Sam flipped a piece of folded paper open, "From the desk of Mayor Tinsdale. Apparently, I was urgently needed to provide medical support and oversee the construction of several booths for the Summerfest, despite the fact that I'm not great with construction work. I tried to tell Martha and she said if I could reattach an arm I could build a booth. She had Eve clear my schedule for me. Without asking me first of course."

"Of course."

"So is it just me or is there more giggling directed toward us than usual," Sam jerked his thumb at Stephanie and Abigail who were busy doing nothing while trying to look like they weren't up to something.

Cassie rolled her eyes, "They aren't going to stop anytime soon. I'm over here on a bit of dare actually. They want me to ask you something."

"Oh yeah?" Sam cocked his head, "What? I don't have any secrets from you."

"That's not entirely true," Cassie reached out and pushed the sleeve of his t-shirt up his arm until the tattoo was visible. "This was a bit of a secret."

"Oh!" Sam grinned. "I didn't know that you didn't know."

"Well, I haven't exactly seen you without a shirt, so…"

"In all fairness, I haven't seen you without a shirt either," Sam raised an eyebrow as Cassie blushed, watching as Abigail and Stephainie sauntered over, their curiosity getting the best of them.

"Ladies, how are we this afternoon?" Sam asked, reaching out to lace his fingers into Cassie's and draw her to his side.

"So, did you get the whole story behind the mystery tattoo?" Abigail asked, sliding up beside Cassie and dragging a curious Stephanie behind her.

Cassie pushed his sleeve up the rest of the way to reveal an elaborate caduceus.

"No mystery really," Sam shrugged, "Got it in med school. A bunch of us went just before we graduated. Thought it was a grand idea at the time."

"I'm usually the Merriwick known for dating the bad boys. Glad to see my cousin still has it in her!" Stephanie teased, raising her brows at Cassie and winking, "Well, we are going to see if we can talk the cotton candy guy into giving us a free sample!"

"Something tells me you two won't have any trouble doing that," Sam mock saluted them and turned back to Cassie, his eyes a little clouded with concern, "Do you mind the tattoo?" asked Sam, a little bit of hesitancy creeping into his voice.

"Mind? Not at all," Cassie said, tracing the snakes with her fingertip absently.

"Linda hated it. Thought it was tacky."

"Mmmm."

"So after the divorce I got another one to celebrate."

Cassie shoved up the shirt sleeve on his other arm and found it bare, she shot Sam a questioning look.

"Nope, not there. Are we telling all our secrets today? Because I gotta be honest, I have a lot of questions," Sam grinned, "I really don't have any secrets from you. Do you want to see it?"

"I'd love to see it, unless it requires you to take off your pants?"

"No," Sam laughed, "Martha would have me arrested for sure," he grinned as he reached down and swept his t-shirt over his head leaving the shirt to dangle from his forearms. He twisted so Cassie could see the ink on his upper left shoulder blade.

Abigail reached out and closed Stephanie's open mouth with her index finger as they watched Sam tug his shirt back over his head and plant a kiss on Cassie's hot pink cheek.

"Well," she tossed the cotton candy into the trash can, "I don't know about you but I need a drink. A real drink."

"You can count me in on that drink," offered Martha, clucking her tongue and humming with approval as Cassie reached out to grab Sam's hand and drag him in for a longer kiss on the mouth.

"Martha! You're the Mayor, " Stephanie gasped.

"Just checking on a constituent,"

"You mean checking out a constituent," Abrigail snarked, bumping Martha on the shoulder.

"Mmm," Martha hummed in agreement.

"Anybody catch what the ink was on his back?" Abigail asked.

"Uh uh. I was too busy checking out the front."

"Don't you two have rather handsome men of your own around here somewhere?" Martha asked.

"Somewhere," Stephanie sighed, "With a to do list a mile long from their Mayor!"

"And not shirtless in a toolbelt," Abigail huffed, eyeing the square and finding Donavon who was following behind Adam with a wheelbarrow.

"But I have high hopes for the Beach Blast next month," Abigail chuckled and caught stephanies eye.

"Then I will look forward to putting both your names on the volunteer list!" Martha called over her shoulder.

Cassie gave Sam a grin after ending their kiss and stepping back a bit from the temptation.

"I like that one too," she offered, pointing to his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"So does this mean I get to see you without your shirt off too?"

"Sam!"

"A guy can try, right?"

"Try is the right word."

"So do you have any?"

"Any what?"

"Ink. Does the mysterious Cassie Nightingale have a tattoo?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

"That's as good as a yes! Where? Can I see it?"

"I think I can allow you to check for one, Doctor. Just not on the town square."

"When?"

"On our honeymoon," Cassie winked and walked off leaving an open mouthed Sam behind.