Seal the Deal (1Night Stand Series) Read Online Free PDF

lowered his gaze and tapped at the cutlery.
    Overly keen interest in seal myths, unruly hair, wild ways, and wiggling nose begged her to wonder, to find out…. Was he selkie? Did he belong to the ocean?
    He caught her glance. “Pollack isn’t on the menu, but I reckon you’ve got some hiding in the kitchen somewhere?”
    “You betcha! Want me to throw some chips, cheese, and gravy on your plate, too? Your old favorite?”
    “That will be fine, yes.”
    Anne scrunched her face. “Cheese and gravy? On the same plate? Eww. I think I’ll stick with a bowl of good old winter warmth. I’ll take Manx broth, thank you, Bethany, with some sourdough bread. Maybe some mashed tatties on the side.”
    “Broth, a side of mashed potatoes, bread...of course. And to drink?”
    “A bottle of local wine. You select for us.” She passed her menu to Bethany.
    “Red or white?”
    “I think red would go well with the broth.”
    Bethany nodded, scribbled in her order book, then scurried away.
    “Not a drop of Manx accent in you Anne. One-hundred percent Scottish?” She loved the way he said Scottish, how he lingered on the “ish” pronunciation.
    “I was born on the Isle but brought up in Scotland. As soon as I visited Port St. Mary, I knew I had to live here. So quaint, so pretty. And I love my job.”
    “Yes, your eyes light up when you talk about your work. Tell me, do you miss Scotland, or do you have plans to stay in this little corner of the world?”
    “This is probably going tae sound silly, but fate led me here so here is where I’ll stay.”
    “Oh?”
    “I know, daft, right?” She sipped on the last of the coffee now gone cold.
    “Not at all. I’m a huge believer in destiny. It’s why we are here together, tonight.” Finn reached over the table and took her hand in his.
    “It’s the only reason I’m sticking our date out a while longer. Sex-starved men aren’t my usual turn ons.”
    “Noted.” He snapped his touch away. “It’s been a while since I’ve been out to play, sorry if I came on too strong.”
    “Sounds like you haven’t been out tae play at all. You do fascinate me, Finn. Seems like you’ve got stories tae tell. For instance, where have you been for the last four years? Is your family from around here? Have they always owned a farm?”
    “Out to sea, like I said, and yes, my family is from ‘around here.’ My great-grandfather manned the lighthouse for most of his life, and my grandfather, Fergel Kneale, after him. Fergel was legendary around these parts. Some say he founded the Mary Mafia.”
    “Oh, really? How interesting. My grandfather worked the lighthouse, too.” She scuffed her chair closer. “Colyn Radcliff.”
    “Maybe they knew each other.” His stare transfixed on her mouth, reminding her of their kiss.
    “So, where out to sea? In the forces? Fishing? Digging for oil?” She tried to stay calm, to focus on the conversation at hand, and to ignore the heat pooling in her sex.
    “Erm, guess you could say I’ve been fishing.”
    “You’re not married with children, are you? You’re being evasive.”
    “No, Anne. I’m not married, engaged, or even dating anyone else. I’m all yours.”
    She gulped at his confession. If he put two and two together, he’d soon figure out she had the most wanted mother on the Isle. Well, most wanted by wives of the port…or rather, their husbands. Would the knowledge put him off? That sort of thing wasn’t hereditary… was it?
    “Good to know. And you’re here tae stay in Port St. Mary?”
    His eyes darkened. “Depends.”
    “On?” A wisp of unease curled through her chest.
    “You.”
    Oh .

 
     
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    “Dinner is served. Enjoy.” Bethany banged his meal on the table, gravy slopping over the purple-trimmed plate. Was she still holding a grudge? Her daughter had rejected him, not the other way around. Next, she’d probably spill the beans and ruin their evening.
    “Everything okay, Bethany?” Anne