I hated to admit it, but there was no denying that Elodie Darling had grown far more attached to the idea of Star Harbor Farm than I ever had. She ached from the loss of the barn. A ripple of annoyance rolled through me. The problem was, I wasn’t sure whether I was annoyed at her—or at myself. For not keeping my distance. For letting her get under my skin. I needed to concentrate on the restaurant, on Stan, and Levi. But instead all I could think about was the way she had felt against me, warm and soft, like she belonged there.
