“You have to say that.”

“I do.” She chuckled. “I really enjoy second-chance couples. Last month, I planned a wedding for college sweethearts who’d broken up after graduation when he moved to London for a job and she stayed home. They happened to run into each other in Barbados while on separate vacations and fell back in love, of course. Now he works in his company’s Albany office, and hopefully they’ll live happily ever after.”

I nodded as if she could see me. “I love it. Estranged sweethearts reuniting is a popular trope in the movies.”

“There’s more. It’s so textbook, I’m almost embarrassed to tell you.”

“Tell me!” I bounced in my chair like an overactive toddler.

“I’m married to a divorce lawyer. Our practices were in the same office building, and we hated each other at first sight. Only we really didn’t. I’m pretty sure there’s a Hallmark movie with the same plot.”

There was. It was called For Better or For Worse. But I was too embarrassed to confess this knowledge to Davina and out myself as an honest-to-goodness Hallmarkie. “This is fantastic. You are fantastic!” I put the phone on speaker and shimmied my hips in joy, freezing at the arrival of Finn in the common room.

He was wearing a light-blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black jeans, steel-toe work boots, and an expression of unrestrained amusement. “Nice moves, Shakira,” he said before relaxing onto the red velvet couch with a newspaper.

My skin burned like I’d been trapped in a furnace. Embarrassing myself in front of Finn was becoming a thing. And why was I so charmed by him reading an actual print newspaper?

I sat back down and faced the other way, returning my focus to Davina. Finn would forget about my impromptu jig by the time the interview was over. Probably.

“Can you tell me some of the places in Pleasant Hollow where you’ve planned weddings?” I couldn’t think of anywhere appealing, but maybe couples did small backyard receptions or obtained permits to get hitched in the park. Pictures would be great if Davina was willing to share.

“Pleasant Hollow? I’ve never planned a wedding there.”

I blinked. “But your office is here, right?”

The air was silent aside from the crinkling of paper. Finn.

“Um, no. I’m a city girl like you. Only Albany, not Manhattan.”

My heart went bam, bam, bam. “But you hashtag all your Insta posts with Pleasant Hollow.”