fourteen
Lighthouse Inn
November 10
10:00 a.m.
Ava had been trying to work for several hours but, just as if he’d been sitting across the room from her, Finn was ruining her concentration. She’d read a line from a proposal and something he’d said would flit through her mind. And once that happened, she’d get lost in the memory.
When she knocked on the door of Finn’s cottage, Ava noticed her palms were sweating. What was wrong with her?
“Good evening, love,” Finn greeted her when he pulled open the door. “You’re right on time.”
“I’m a King,” she dimpled, “being on time has been instilled in me from birth.”
“From birth, you say?”
Finn’s lips toyed with hers, and the way he made her feel had what she was going to say fly from her mind. “It’s not as important as this,” she murmured, o
