âWhatâs in there?â Her turn to change the subject. He threw open the door. âThe master bedroom.â She stepped across the threshold as he fumbled for the light switch, revealing circular walls painted a cielo blue, and a mahogany floor minus furnishings. âIt takes minimalist to a whole new level.â She strolled over to one of the tall windows encircling the room and gazed below at the rhythmic pounding of the surf on the beach. âLiterally.â He shuffled his feet on the polished floor. âHoney put together Izzieâs room. I havenât decided how I want my room decorated, so Iâve left it bare for now. More important projects to work on first. Iâll throw in some furniture eventually and call it done.â She did a slow three-sixty. âThe sea views alone... Above everything with only the sound of the wind... In daylight with the sunshine pouring into these gorgeous windowsââ Weston propped against the wall with an interesting smile on his face. âMy thoughts exactly. Sawyer and Honey think Iâm crazy to roost here in this eagleâs aerie of a room.â He scratched his head and gave Caroline a slow, steady smile. ââCourse most folks think Iâm crazy in the first place for rehabbing a derelict lighthouse into a home.â * * * Weston waited for Carolineâs reaction. And she didnât disappoint. She lifted her chin. A gesture he was finding increasingly endearing. âI know a little something about crazy. Trust me, this isnât even close.â âAnd then thereâs all those stairs...â Her lips quirked. âWell, there is that. They may have a point.â âSpeaking of stairs, think you can handle one more flight to the lantern room?â âLead the way, Commander Clark.â He found it increasingly impossible not to smile in this womanâs presence. Sheâd have him grinning like a buffoon all the time if he didnât watch himself. âEx-Commander.â At the top of the stairs, he leveraged open one final door with his shoulder. He gave Caroline an apologetic look. âA work in progress, remember?â She smiled. And he couldnât help himself. He smiled back. Caroline Duerâaka Turtle Ladyâlightened his life in ways he hadnât experienced since... He stepped out of the doorway to allow Caroline through. Since never. âThe light...â Like steel to magnet, she headed toward the enormous light in the center of the glass-studded room. âI didnât think the Coast Guard used these anymore.â She ran her fingertip over one of the multifaceted prisms. âThe Coast Guard doesnât. When they automated most lighthouses in the 1950s, this one was decommissioned. Now with cheaper light stations anchored and floating in troublesome channels, the new systems donât require the manpower this type of lens demanded.â âDoes the lens still work?â The awed hush to her voice filled something empty in his soul. Her delight pleased him in a way he hadnât expected. âNot yet. But Iâm working on it with Coast Guard officials. For rare, ceremonial occasions.â âYour most amazing project ever.â He shook his head. âIzzie is my most important project. The lighthouse is merely a boyhood dream come true. Icing on the cake.â He pulled her toward a glass door in the wall of glass. âThereâs more I want to show you.â She favored him with a sweet smile. And his heart sped up. He drew her out onto the gallery. The wind buffeted them. She wrapped her cardigan around her body. He stepped closer to block the wind. âI shouldâve brought my jacket.â âItâs fine. You were right. This is glorious.â He gestured toward the string of lights to the south. âKiptohanock.â And to the north, âMaryland.â With one arm keeping her