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Brianna would never forget the first moment she ran into Finn Abrams. It was an accident—literally. She'd been doing her annual fall cleanup of the gardens at the Goodnight Moon B&B. She'd been trundling a wheelbarrow of wood chips down the path toward the bed of hydrangeas that needed an extra layer of mulch. The most handsome man in the world had stepped onto the winding brickwork path.
He was so romantic-looking, with dark curls tumbling over his forehead and his lean, brooding face, with those hollows under his cheekbones and shadowed, troubled eyes. Instantly, she wanted to brush his hair away from his face and pepper kisses on those full, unsmiling lips. Chase all the darkness from his expression.
She'd tripped over a brick, or maybe it was her own tongue, and lost control of th
