eighteen
Swan Harbor
The Lighthouse Inn
September 15
10:00 p.m.
Elsa peered around Tyler’s shoulder, trying to see whom Liam was dancing with, but there were too many couples in the way.
“Here,” Tyler laughingly manipulated them into a different place, “is that better?”
“I’m sorry,” Elsa huffed.
“Don’t be,” Tyler assured her. “We’re friends, and I know where your heart lies … and his.”
“Okay,” Elsa sighed. “But if you know so much about him, explain why he’s acting like such a jerk.”
“He’s a man.”
“And that’s the best you can come up with?”
When Liam had gotten out of his car on the side of the road, she’d had the strangest feeling he’d been relieved to see her. He’d been caring and solicitous, both with giving her a ride to look at the house and waiting until her car had been
