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“Really?”
“Oh, yeah, I spent the entire weekend thinking about you and when I saw you on Monday, I knew I'd do anything to make you mine.”
“I am.”
“Fuckin' straight.” But his tender gaze stopped my heart.
Chapter Sixteen
Harrington, Maine wasn't what I expected. As we drove through the main part of town, it felt a bit like the fictional town of Amity fromJaws. Everything was just slightly on this side of weathered and worn, but instead of giving the place a desolate feeling, it seemed both welcoming and charming.
We followed the directions to Logan Dupree's house and when a lighthouse loomed before us, I couldn't control my awe.
“He lives in a lighthouse.”
Bastian looked over at me. “That's really freaking cool.”
He climbed out and came around to open my door. I finished texting Poppy and Sophia to let them know we had arrived and climbed from the car. The sound of the water lapping at the shore lulled me into an almost hypnotic state.
“I could really get used to living this way,” I said just as the door opened to reveal the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her long hair was a dark chestnut and full of curl and her eyes were the exact shade of turquoise as Bastian's. Her belly stood out quite a bit from her slender form, and peering from around her legs was a black-haired, green-eyed boy, who was, hands down, the most adorable child I'd ever laid eyes on.
“You must be Larkspur and Sebastian. I'm Saffron and this little fella is Hunter. Please come in.”
She held the door wider as Bastian touched my back so I could precede him. As soon as Saffron closed the door, she turned to me and smiled. “We are so glad you're here, Larkspur.”
“Please call me Lark.”
At that moment, a giant of a man entered the room. He stood an inch or two taller than Sebastian, and his face was covered completely under black whiskers, but it was the eyes, as green as my own, which held my interest, because in them I saw a flood of emotions that I couldn't even begin to name. His voice was deep but soft when he greeted us.
“Lark, welcome.”He moved toward me and held out his hand.“It's nice to officially meet you.”
And when his large hand closed over mine, I felt something move through me. Chalking up my reaction to being tired, I said, “It's very nice to meet you. This is my fiancé , Bastian.”
Logan turned to Bastian. “Welcome to Harrington.”
“It's nice to meet you, sir.”
“Please call me Logan.”
“We'd love for you to stay, maybe have something to eat, but you must be tired, so if you would rather we can take you to the house,” Saffron said.
“We could stay for a bit,” I said.
“Great. Come,there are others who would like to meet you.”We were whisked through the house and out the back. A mouthwatering spread of food stretched across a table and a fire pit burned. Sitting around the fire pit were two guys who looked so much like Logan, I knew they had to be his brothers.
As soon as we stepped outside, a dog—more like a pony—came barreling toward me.
“His name is Reaper. He looks scary, but he's really very sweet,” Saffron said, and as if to prove to the new people his mistress was right, Reaper rolled onto his back with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. The sight was so ridiculous, I bent down to rub his belly.
“You've done it now. He'll love you for life,”Logan said. When I looked up at him, I saw that his brothers had approached.
“Lark and Bastian, I'd like to introduce you to my brothers Broderick and Dante.”Both had the same black hair as Logan—Dante's hair was cut short and spiky and Broderick's was shoulder-length—and those intense green eyes. They were all roughly the same height and build and could have easily passed for triplets.
Broderick took the opportunity to ask Bastian,“I hear you're looking for some work while you're here?”
“I am, sir.”
“Just Broderick. Logan mentioned you had an apprenticeship this summer.”
