It didn’t take a genius to figure out why she was on edge. This excursion wasn’t about whales. Wrong season. It was about attraction. She was feeling the charge that detonated every time they were together just as strongly as he was. But he suspected that in Lindsey’s mind, it was the wrong season for that, too. The question was, would it be fair to try and convince her otherwise, given his temporary status in Starfish Bay? His hormones said yes. His conscience said no. But that debate would have to wait. They’d reached The Point. As they emerged from the woods, Nate lengthened his stride until they were side by side. The sun was still high in the sky, but it had begun its descent toward the horizon, the bright white light of day giving way to a more golden hue that suffused the chapel with a warm, flattering glow. Lindsey’s step slowed as she gazed at the structure. “I can still picture it the way it looked on my wedding day. We hung huge wreaths of wildflowers on both of the front doors, with different colored ribbons trailing down that danced in the breeze.
