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“Sounds like you’re a woman with a plan.”

“For once I am, and it feels pretty good.” She stepped back from the door. “Go shower and put some clothes on.”

With a laugh, he shut the door and headed for the shower. He washed and dressed quickly, though for a second, he thought about going over to Isla’s with no shirt on as a joke. In the end, he pulled on a white t-shirt.

He made his way across his lawn to her place and gave a swift knock.

“It’s open!” Isla’s voice echoed through the house. He turned the knob and stepped inside. “In here.”

Nolan followed Isla’s voice to the kitchen. A small box sat on the table, and Isla was going through it, a smile spreading wide across her face.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Old pictures.”

“Of your grandma?”

“Of us.”

“No way. Let me see.” Nolan sat across from her, and Isla handed him a photograph. He looked at the picture and couldn’t help but laugh. “This was your Hannah Montana phase.”

“And the beginning of your Justin Bieber phase.”

“Maybe we should burn these.”

She snatched the photo out of his hand. “Absolutely not. One day I’d like to show our kids.”

Nolan’s eyes darted up at Isla, who froze in place.

“I mean, not our kids together. I mean we’ll each have kids, not necessarily together, but just kids you know. Like of course one day we’ll be parents. Or at least I hope I am. Who knows what’s actually in the cards for me… At this rate I’ll probably have a lot of cats, but that’s okay, too. And I want to be able to show my cats.”

“Isla?”

“Yes.” Her gaze lifted to his and her lips parted slightly. Embarrassment shined brightly in her blue irises.

“I know what you meant.”

She slumped in the chair. “Okay good.”

“Why don’t you grab the box and bring it with us? We can continue down memory lane after we eat.”

She put the pictures in the box and placed the lid on top. “Let’s go.”

Nolan drove, and Isla went into McConnell’s to grab the order while he waited in the car. It was a risky move to be seen in public, but the town had already been talking according to Isla. Going into McConnell’s would only give the townspeople more fodder, so he stayed in the car. Not that it mattered. Once someone saw Isla get in or out of his car, the rumors would explode.

Since Isla called the order ahead, she was in and out within minutes. She got in the car, and once her seatbelt was on, Nolan put the car in drive.

“That smells amazing,” Nolan said.

“Connor said to tell you hi.”

“Guess we aren’t as slick as we thought.”

She shrugged. “I never order two meals. It’s either one or three plus.”

They drove in mutual silence the rest of the way to the beach. When they crossed the bridge, Isla rolled her window down. She inhaled deeply. “I love that.”

“What’s that?”

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