Paige le Mont

The doorbell rang.

Sela hurried to answer it, muttering, “Did they forget something again? They’ll need to be organized next year.” Finn padded behind, seeking an outdoor adventure. Blocking the cat with her foot, she opened the door to find a man leaning against the architectural stone veneer, his legs crossed at the ankles. No clipboard, fliers, or logoed clothing. Wavy, mahogany-brown hair fell across his forehead. A close-clipped beard marched down his chiseled jaw and expanded to a goatee. Sunglasses rested on his straight nose. Handsome. Mmmm. Her pulse perked up. He removed his sunglasses in a calculated, practiced move. Sexy. Knew it. Who the …?