" I kissed you," Finlay said roughly. " for the very simple reason that you are irresistible." " I think that is what is known as serendipity," Isabella replied, " for it's the very same reason I kissed you back." " Serendipity," Finlay said, sliding his arm around her waist. " I've always wondered what it tasted like." " Strawberries, and lavender, and vintage wine, I believe is how you described it." " No," he said decidedly. " It tastes of nothing other than essence of you. The most intoxicating and delicious taste imaginable. "