in.”
“I’ve told you, I’m not so keen on overzealous men.” She dug in her heels and wrenched her hand free, but he continued his headlong rush and she had no choice but to try to keep up. “I like you, Finn. I like you a lot,” she gasped, running short of breath. Finally, he came to a stop by a rickety gate and she paused beside him. “Probably want tae see you again for another date. I mean, your profile did say you wanted something long term...unless you lied and all you actually want is the one-night stand. If so, I’m not your girl.”
“No, no, we’ll go as slow as you want, Anne.” His eyes glowed with such fierce passion her heart skipped, and his velvet tones turned her to mush.
Not too slow .
He unlatched the gate then waved her in.
“Aren’t we trespassing?”
“Na, this is my family’s place. Come on!” He ran in the direction of the maritime tower.
So this was the farm he’d built for his parents. At least she knew where to find him again if he rocked her world then walked away in the morning. She wasn’t a stalker, but she might stroll this way to clap sight on him working with his hands. Yum. He can work on me with his hands anytime .
She dashed after him, over rolling fields scattered with sheep, past the farm cottage, toward the cliff’s edge, finally catching up with him by the lighthouse.
Lacing their fingers together, he whispered, “You are beautiful.” His words, combined with the wild, unruly scenery, stood the hairs on the back of her neck on end. Squeezing his hand, she glanced out across the waters and chewed at her bottom lip, too afraid to look directly at him. For if she did, she’d lose her balance and herself. How had he hooked her in?
He was crass, Peter-Pan-like, and way too evasive. But also gorgeous, considerate, and a fellow believer in fate. Not to mention his sexual magnetism. Unable to put her finger on why she had arrived at the conclusion he was her soul mate, she had to tread carefully and let their connection develop slowly. Protect her heart.
To distract herself, she cast a glance at the wild, stunning view. “Look at the seals. So beautiful, majestic.” She sighed, trying to act casual and not like a seal in heat.
“Magic, eh? This is what interests you, Scottish Anne?”
“The selkie myth is fascinating, dinnae think? How every four years the seals turn human tae find their one true love who will make them human? Do you think they do…find their true love, I mean.”
“You believe the legend?” He gave her a sidelong glance, eyes slanted.
“I believe in true love, aye. It’s so romantic.”
“Good, I’m glad.” His face lit with all kinds of mischief. Not a good sign. What trouble was she walking into? Heat traveled up her spine and beads of sweat settled across her brow. Getting out unscathed seemed less and less likely as each moment passed.
She slunk forward, her heartbeat pounding in her ears, needing to be kissed, but not quite ready to admit she was falling for him. Fear of rejection swarmed her, even though all she’d experienced so far suggested he’d jump on the idea...on her.
“Why are you glad?” she asked, the answer far more important to her than she wanted to admit.
He walked the small path to the lighthouse, unlatched the little red door, then stepped inside. He glanced back at her, brow furrowed, lower lip thrust out. “Because I’m selkie, Anne. I have but tonight to find love, and I hope to find such a connection with you.”
“Are you playing on the legend tae get a quick lay?” she snapped, regretting her question before it finished falling from her lips. She didn’t doubt what she had suspected from the get go, but the darn brick wall she’d built around her heart had put words in her mouth.
“Pardon?” He smiled, revealing two adorable dimples. How feckin’ gorgeous. It was a miracle she didn’t swoon each time he glanced in her direction.
“You have tae admit, it’s the perfect setup