CHAPTER 9
“Wait! Wait!”
Declan paused, hand on the front door of the inn.
“You can’t go like that,” Ari insisted.
He glanced down at his gray suit. It wasn’t bespoke, but it had been serviceable enough for the infrequent occasions he’d needed one. And he’d even put on a tie and shined his shoes. “Why not?”
She held up a hand. “Don’t move.”
On a sigh, he waited as she disappeared into the kitchen. He was itching to get to the orchard to see Livia again. She’d been tied up most of the day hanging with Abbey, and he’d been occupied himself, trying to set some things in motion. Staying away had still been torture. The knowledge that his time with her was limited made every second precious. He didn’t want to waste a single one.
Ari reappeared with something in her hands. “You have to tak
