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Lighthouse Inn
November 4
6:30 p.m.
Finn opened the closet and reached for one of his suits, but something had him bypassing it in favor of black tweed slacks and a black turtleneck. He slipped on his boots, then brushed back his hair and stared at the image in the mirror. And the anticipation he’d managed to keep tamped down all day sparked to life.
What was she doing to him?
Reminding you of what it feels like to fall in love.
There was some merit to that, he couldn’t help but think as he grabbed his coat and Ava’s gifts.
Will she like it?
Relax! You’re not a schoolboy!
But even with the pep talk, it took several deep breaths before he worked up the courage to knock on the door of her cottage.
“Finn! Come in.”
Ava’s breathless voice when she opened the door, sent his hea
