“She’d discarded her little black dress—too formal—and her blue sundress—too pretty?In the end she’d pulled out a pair of jeans she hadn’t worn for at least four years. The weather was too warm for jeans but at least it wouldn’t look as if she’d tried too hard.Hot and uncomfortable, Élise paced across her tiny kitchen.She met attractive men all the time. Some of them were even interesting enough to warrant further attention. But never, ever, had she been tempted to take a relationship further. S...he’d give her company, her food, her laughter and conversation, occasionally her body—but her heart? Just that one time. Never since.Sean had promised to do the cooking, but to distract herself she’d made an appetizer of grissini infused with rosemary and dusted with Parmesan cheese that she was thinking of offering with drinks at the Boathouse.The scent of baking filled Heron Lodge and soothed her. It reminded her of her childhood. Of her mother.She felt a pang and wished for a moment that she could turn the clock back.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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