She must have lost her mind completely. What was she doing, inviting Finn back to her private sanctuary?
Stupid, stupid, she chanted as she drove her Mercedes into the campground, Finn following in his dark green Tahoe. She should have left Jupiter Point the minute Evie came back from her honeymoon. Before she laid her eyes on Finn’s sexy self again.
His sexy, sore self. As soon as she saw how gingerly he was walking, her resolve melted away. He needed her help and she couldn’t turn away from that.
Okay, so that wasn’t the only reason she’d invited him back. Ever since their kiss, she’d lain in bed fantasizing about every inch of Finn Abrams’s body. She’d pictured his smile, she’d replayed some of the funnier things he’d said. She’d come up with brilliant responses she hadn’t thought of
