CHAPTER 8
“What are we doing today?”
Declan shut the driver’s side door and came around to meet Livia where she stood on the downtown sidewalk. “It’s not as fun as attending festival activities or walking down memory lane, but I need to meet with a realtor. I’m expected up here in less than a month, so I’ve got to find somewhere for us to live. Probably a short-term rental, because I can’t fathom being able to close fast enough to buy. It’s one of the things on my to do list that I’ve been putting off.”
Everything that could be done outside business hours had been accomplished via late nights at the inn, fueled by an inadvisable amount of coffee in order to free his days up to spend with Livia. He was definitely feeling the fact that he was no longer eighteen, but he wouldn’t trade the
