told her, “after delivering the local paper to half the residents of Port St. Mary.”
“Cola squares are my favorite.”
“We’ll take a quarter of those, too,” Finn told the young lass who served them. “Where’s the owner? Mr. Radbury? I bet his Labrador puppy must have grown into a beauty.”
“Uncle Dave doesn’t work the evening shift anymore.”
“You’re his niece? Yes, I can see it…you have his freckles.”
She blushed and fluttered her lashes. “Yes, I’m Sarah.”
“Does he still live in the semi down by the dock?”
The server nodded and replied, “He’s at home with Molly at his feet, no doubt.”
“Molly, yes, that’s what his pup was called.”
Sarah poured their measured sweets into paper bags.
Several men burst into the store, waving note pads and throwing questions at the girl. They wanted to know about the science fiction actor whose imminent arrival had everyone in an uproar.
“Did you know Grant Hughes?” One of them asked. “Didn’t he grow up here?”
“Why are you talking about him?” Anne asked.
“We just learned he’s the big star due to arrive.”
Anne gasped. Of all the local celebrities to cause a ruckus, it had to be the man she suspected to be her father. She might have the opportunity to meet him while he was here. She could drill him for information; find out the truth finally. His version of it, anyway. But was it a truth she’d want to hear?
Sarah handed Finn the little red and white striped bags. “Here, take them. Save yourselves.” She pivoted to address the crazed mob. “I’ll answer all your questions if you ask me one at a time, and if you each spend five quid.”
The men scooped up armloads of treats then queued at the counter, eagerness shining in each of their expressions.
Finn popped a rhubarb and custard in his mouth. “Mmm, these used to be my favorites,” he mumbled. “After buying a quarter of these, I’d run down to the end of the pier and watch the seals until I’d finished the last sweet.”
“What are we waiting for then? Come on, let’s go.” She headed out of the store and across the street, anxious to escape the press before they turned their questions on her.
“What’s the hurry?” He caught up with her as she set foot on the weathered fishing pier.
“Want tae enjoy a quiet date with you, Finn, that’s all.” She popped a cola square in her gob before he could question her further.
He beamed. His arm brushed hers and sent a rush of goose bumps across the back of her neck. She’d never wanted a man so badly. Perhaps because it’d been so long since her last fix? Or because she suspected he was a selkie? Maybe destiny had brought them together for a reason, and this 1Night Stand agency lived up to its reputation.
She tried to shake away her rapidly increasing desire for this strange man with so many mysteries in his background. He walked tight to her side, staring at her with his oceanic blues. A cold breeze swept in from the water and she shivered.
“Oh, are you cold?” Without waiting for a response, he wrapped a bulky arm around her shoulders.
“I’m glad we came for a walk, Finn.”
“I figured I should make the most of these legs.”
“Why, are they going somewhere without you?”
“More like I’m going somewhere without them.” His eyes narrowed.
What an odd remark . Even more intrigued, she asked, “I think it’s time tae tell me your story. What led you to using the 1Night Stand agency? And what’s with the legs comment?”
“If it’s my story you want, Anne, then I have a better place for us to go.” He grabbed her and backtracked until they arrived outside the farm. The wild Irish Sea crashed beneath the lighthouse tower piercing the gray skies. Barking seals scattered the rocks. Picking up his pace, he yanked her along.
“What’s your rush? We have all night.”
“We have a few hours left to get to know each other. So little time, so much to squeeze