He pulled Angel to a stop and held it up. “Put this on. It’s cold.” She shook her head. “You’ll freeze. Besides, I have a sweater.” “It’s not enough,” he insisted, slipping it up her arms and taking her hand. He drew the sea air into his lungs as they continued along the craggy shoreline. He’d wanted to spend some time alone with her, away from the constant planning and anticipation of the fundraiser tomorrow night. The seaside town of Howth had been the perfect choice. Nestled on the outskirts of Dublin, it was small and green, the town winding its way down to a harbor filled with sailboats. He and Angel had stopped for lunch at a little inn, then walked past the harbor and along the wild coastline. Howth Lighthouse seemed to rise out of the sea in the distance, and farther out, one of the Martello towers that had been built along the Irish and English coastlines as a precaution against Napoleon at the end of the eighteenth century.
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