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After that session with Lisa, Finn buried his frustration by throwing himself even harder into his training. Every morning at dawn, he went running along the cliff trail with Rollo. Then he met Tim Peavy at the gym, where they lifted weights for a couple of hours. In the afternoons, he and Josh took his dog Snowball to the beach. While Snowball chased the foamy waves up and down the sand, Finn plunged into the waves and swam at least a mile out, until the ocean salt nearly brined his skin.
None of his nonstop training made him forget Lisa’s cool hands or her hot kiss. Even while battling the surf, he remembered the slippery glide of the salve she’d used, or the heady scent of it. Lavender, maybe, and something like cedar. Soothing and relaxing—nothing like that kiss. That was pure pas
