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Lisa felt as if she were moving in slow motion as she got out of her car and walked toward her former haven. She’d been avoiding this moment all day. Her original plan had been to get up early, take Finn to his Tahoe, keep her promise to Will Knight, then drive like a bat out of hell in the general direction of Canada.
Why Canada? Why not? It had always stuck her as a safe kind of country.
But Finn had changed that plan just by walking into the kitchen that morning, all tousle-haired and stubbly and irresistible. She’d never forget the way he’d rescued her from the fire yesterday. Now she felt anchored to him. Tethered, like a kite on a string. As if he was the only thing keeping her from floating off into panic.
Driving around Jupiter Point with him, picking up clothes and toothbru
