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would trade, so he armed himself with the eco-friendly solutions Jess put together and headed down to Green cabin.
    He didn’t mind cleaning, he just hated being trapped inside; it made it harder for him to think when he was confined. Outside, the salty ocean air and the cleansing effect of the wind and rain helped shake any fog or worries out of his head, and he really could have used that today.
    Instead, he was stuck inside, scrubbing away all traces of the last guests. He’d grown up cleaning these cabins and had never thought anything of it until Jess made him watch a clip about what scientists found in hotel rooms, and ever since then he’d started taking a few more precautions: elbow-length rubber gloves, a thick heavy-duty apron, and a blue-trimmed scuba mask.
    He didn’t want to know what people did in the cabins or up in the guest rooms, but he was going to make damn good and sure there wasn’t a single speck of their DNA left behind.
    With the bedding and towels heaped in a pile on the covered porch, he started in the bathroom and worked his way through the rest of the cabin until it damn near sparkled.
    Outside, he lifted his mask up so it rested on his forehead and inhaled a long, deep lungful of fresh air.
    One cabin down, two to go.
    He didn’t have to look to know that the sound of boots scuffing on the grass was Jess heading his way. In all the years she’d worked for them, she’d never owned her own pair of gum boots but had simply made do with whatever pair happened to be sitting at the door when she needed them. And even before he turned to look at her, he knew she’d probably be wearing a jacket that was four sizes too big for her, too.
    Yup. Da’s old gray raincoat hung almost to her knees, and the sleeves were so long it looked as though she didn’t have any hands. The damn thing had to be at least twenty years old, but it had always been one of her favorites.
    “Ashley!” Blondie’s name flew off his tongue before it even fully registered in his brain. That was the name of the chick from school. “Ashley Poplawski.”
    “Uh, no,” Jess said, smirking up at him from the bottom step. “Sorry to disappoint you, it’s still just me.”
    Idiot
.
    “Sorry,” he muttered. “I’ve been trying to think of this girl’s name since—who cares; doesn’t matter. What’s up?”
    “K, first of all, nice outfit.”
    With a slow chuckle, he tugged the mask off his head, tossed it and his gloves over by the cleaning supplies, then ran his fingers straight back through his hair.
    Jess’s smirk faded slowly as she tipped her face up a little. “You got a second?”
    Just ignore the raindrop on her bottom lip. It’s not sexy. It’s not!
    Right. Just like it wasn’t even a little bit sexy how her tongue slipped out and licked the damn drop away.
    Blinking hard, Finn cleared his throat and nodded. “ ’Course.”
    “I, uh…” She looked down, scraped the toe of her boot along the ground, then huffed out a sigh. “I was wondering if, um…if I…I mean, if you—”
    Finn walked down the two steps, took her by the sleeve, and tugged her up onto the porch out of the rain.
    “I’ve never seen you have this much trouble spitting something out before.” He grinned at her, but she was too busy looking down to notice. “Okay, seriously, Jess, you’re starting to freak me out.”
    Even with her head down like that, he could see the way her mouth started to curl into a smile, but when she finally looked up at him, she still seemed to be struggling.
    “Come on,” he coaxed. “What’s up?”
    She inhaled a long deep breath, then chewed her bottom lip for a second (
not sexy, not sexy, not sexy
) before nodding.
    “Okay. I was wondering if I could ask you a favor.”
    “That’s it?” He waited a second, fully expecting there to be more. There wasn’t. “Jesus, Jess. Of course. Whatever it is, yes.”
    “It’s big.”
    “Okay.”
    “No, it’s really big,” she said, her usually