CHAPTER 7
After dropping Livia at the orchard, Declan was way too amped to go back to the inn and straight to bed. He ought to be figuring out his plan for how to tackle all the tasks necessary for the upcoming move. Instead, he found himself reliving that last kiss as he drove aimlessly toward town.
The one on the Ferris wheel had been innocent. Sweet, even. A reminder of who they’d once been to each other. The one on the porch… That had been a kiss between a man and a woman who wanted each other. Who had life experience enough to know what that entailed and were all in. For a fleeting moment, he wondered what might have happened if either of them had their own place or some anonymous hotel room instead of nosy family who could interrupt at inopportune moments. Would they have ended up
