Page 29 of When Love And Destiny Collide

"I want to kiss you," I admit, my gaze flickering to my son, who’s busy digging for worms at this very moment.

I return my gaze to Lily as we slowly lean into each other until our lips meet. The soft, sweet kiss that follows is brief but enough to send my heart soaring. In this moment, I know without a doubt that I love her—and that she loves me, too.

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The daycare is freshly painted, and all the furniture and supplies are in place. Yesterday, we dedicated the day to cleaning, organizing, and setting up the space. Davey joined us and spent two hours next door at Just In Clay, happily painting a cup.

For five days, Lily and I exchange knowing glances over dinner, our hands intertwined in the garden when Davey isn’t watching. As we say goodnight at her bedroom door each night, I steal a tender kiss that lingers with an unspoken promise.

We postponed our date until her ankle healed, and tonight’s the night. After dropping Davey off at Patrick and Cara's, I walk to the guesthouse. It’s been almost eighteen years since my last date, not counting date nights with my ex, so I’m nervous as I knock on the door.

When my eyes meet hers, words completely fail me. She stands before me in a silk blouse the color of champagne, paired with a black skirt and sandals that highlight the elegance of her long legs. Her hair is swept up in a soft, twisted updo, with loose waves framing her face. She’s never used much makeup, and tonight is no different—just a hint of lip gloss and maybe a touch of mascara, allowing her flawless skin to shine naturally. I can’t resist leaning in to kiss her cheek as the scent of her perfume fills the air making my heart race.

"You look incredible," I say, completely captivated by her beauty.

"So do you," she replies, a soft smile playing on her lips as her blue eyes hold mine.

I take her to a restaurant with a stunning view of the Hudson River, where we’re immediately seated at an outdoor table. The evening is mild, and a cool breeze drifts by, adding a touch of romance to the moment. It’s the kind of night I know I’ll remember forever.

Our conversation flows effortlessly, with none of the awkward pauses that plague so many couples these days. I’m completely mesmerized by this woman—her laughter and quick wit could keep me captivated all day. She’s exceptionally intelligent, funny, and breathtakingly beautiful, making it impossible to look away.

Before we’re served dessert, a young woman approaches our table, to-go bag in hand. With fiery red hair, blue eyes, and a Marilyn Monroe vibe, she’s a striking reminder of the iconic beauty. I had the same thought when I met her years ago.

“Lily!” she says, her gaze shifting between Lily and me.

“Lisa!” Lily exclaims, standing to greet her with a warm hug. “When did you get back?”

“This morning," she replies, "I just wrapped up the Smith estate sale, and as promised, I set aside all the school supplies she had.”

“Thank you,” Lily says before turning her gaze to me. “Noah, this is my friend, Lisa. Lisa, this is Noah Linder.”

“Noah,” Lisa repeats, and I can see as the name and the face registers in her mind. “We met when you were here settling your mother’s estate. You're Mr. Linder's brother.”

“Yes, it’s nice to see you again,” I say, returning her smile.

“So, you two know each other?” Lily asks, curiosity in her voice.

“Lisa helped me with my mother’s estate sale in Florida,” I explain.

“You were in Boston at the time,” Lisa adds, addressing Lily.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” I say to Lisa with genuine appreciation.

“You’re welcome,” Lisa replies warmly. "Honestly, it felt like a vacation. I had never been to Florida."

“Laila, Lisa, and I were roommates in Boston before Laila and Sam got married,” Lily explains.

"Fun times!" Lisa laughs. "Well, I’ll let you get back to your dinner. Lily, give me a call about those school supplies.”

“I will,” Lily promises, standing to hug her goodbye.

"It was nice seeing you again, Noah," Lisa says, shaking my hand and flashing a friendly smile before walking away.

After we finish dessert and leave the restaurant, I turn to Lily. "Do you want to go for a walk?" I ask.

“Yes,” she smiles, “How about along Dockside Park?”

As we begin our walk, I reach for her hand, feeling the warmth of her touch as we stroll together.

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