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Finn didn’t know Lisa’s phone number or where she lived, but he did have one piece of information. He managed to pry her schedule out of Sean—Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. At least until she left town.
So the next afternoon, after an especially punishing workout with Tim Peavy, he drove out to the airstrip where Molly’s favorite wildflowers grew. He picked a big armful of bachelor’s buttons and Queen Anne’s lace, then drove to the McGraws’.
At the sight of Lisa’s Mercedes, relief so strong it felt like exultation filled him. She hasn’t left yet.
He rang the McGraws’ doorbell, feeling like a teenage boy showing up for prom. When Lisa opened the door, her dark eyes widening, his heart did a slow, happy somersault. God, it was good to set eyes on her again. Her hair was caught up in
