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What on earth had she been thinking? Offering to help Finn with his limp was idiotic. She wasn’t going to be around long enough to do anything like that. It had been an impulse based on…what? The horrible things Annika had said to him? The way he looked in that suit? Or maybe it was the vulnerability she’d seen in his face as he slouched on that bench, eyes closed, long legs stretching forever.
Finn might be sexy and charming, but there was a lot more to him than that. Face it, he intrigued her, and she liked talking to him. Time seemed to disappear when she was bantering with him. If she left Jupiter Point, she’d very likely never see Finn again.
It didn’t matter. She was leaving. She had to. Just in time, too, she thought as she parked her Mercedes outside the McGraws’ stately Tudor
