I could stay here forever, in this tiny house by the edge of the vast sea, under the watchful eye of the ancient stone ship on the top of the hill. In Isak’s warm embrace.
“I love it here,” I sigh.
“So do I.”
“I totally understand impulse-buying this house.”
“Even if it’s tiny, freezing in the winter, almost two hundred years old, and doesn’t have a ninety-degree corner anywhere?”
“Those are all reasons to love it more.”
“Yeah.”
“I guess it’s time for me to go,” I say. “My car is parked in the visitor’s lot at the edge of the village, and it’s a bit of a walk.”
“Yeah. Mine’s parked in the garage next to it since cars aren’t allowed in the village, so I can’t drive you.”
I nod. As I watch him rinse out the mugs, I fish my phone from my pocket. When he returns, I hold it out to him,
