It wasn’t until Dylan came around the counter to put the cream in the refrigerator that he saw Tatiana. “Why didn’t someone tell me the prettiest girl in the world was going to be here?” He swept her up into his arms, and she laughed as he spun her around in the small space.

But a few seconds later, when her body started to heat again, it wasn’t because she was in Dylan’s arms. She didn’t need to see or hear Ian to know that he must have walked into the kitchen. Though he was still halfway across the room, she was intensely aware of every breath she took, the brush of her eyelashes over her cheekbones, the swift beat of her heart.

Dylan put her back down on her feet, and when she glanced over at Ian, she saw that his eyes had darkened again. Was it because his brother had been touching her? Was it because she’d laughed with Dylan?

Or was it simply because sparks flew like crazy whenever she and Ian were in the same room?

With carefully steady hands, she continued rolling out pasta. Sliding onto a kitchen stool across from her as he uncapped a beer, Dylan said, “I already thought you were the perfect woman, but if it turns out you can cook, I just might have to propose to you right now.”

“You’ll have to fight me for her,” Adam said as he suddenly appeared in the kitchen and pulled her toward him in an easy and affectionate manner to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Adam, Dylan,” Ian said, “Dad needs our help moving the cord of firewood into the shed before dinner.”

“Duty calls,” Adam said with a grin. He gave her another kiss on the top of her head before removing his hand from around her waist. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back to flirt some more with you soon.”

Claudia was laughing even as she shook her head at their antics. “How will you ever manage to choose between my sons?”

When Tatiana was on set in front of the cameras, she was a master at controlling her expressions so that they suited the character she had been hired to play. But she’d always promised herself that in real life she would never act, would never hide what she really felt from the people she cared about. She’d seen too many actors whose entire lives were lived as though they were always onstage in front of cameras. For Tatiana, make-believe was so much fun because she lived in a fantasy world only part of the time.

So instead of forcing a joking response to roll off her tongue, when the kitchen door had closed behind the men, Tatiana lifted her gaze to meet Claudia’s. “They’re all great, and I love spending time with your family. But—” Was it crazy for her to even think of speaking about her budding feelings to Ian’s mother? Especially when she was still working out, moment to moment, exactly how far those feelings reached?

“You’ve already chosen, haven’t you?” Claudia’s eyes held hers. “Ian.”

Tatiana blew out the breath she’d been holding as she nodded. She hadn’t spoken to anyone about her crush on Ian yet, not even her sister. Especially not her sister, who would likely freak out about Tatiana possibly setting herself up to get hurt.

“I know it might sound crazy.” And crazier still that Ian’s mother was the person she suddenly found herself spilling everything to. But the truth that Tatiana hadn’t been able to shake for months was that it had felt like love at first sight when she’d met Ian at the wedding. “We hardly know each other.”

“Feelings don’t work on a timetable,” Claudia said gently. “Sometimes it takes five years for a couple to figure things out, like it did with Mia and Ford. Sometimes it takes fifteen or twenty years, like it did for Rafe and Brooke. And sometimes, it only takes a few seconds to fall at first glance...and to feel deep inside your heart that you’ve found something special that will last forever.”

Ian had never flirted with her. He had never touched or kissed her with careless affection. And yet, from the first moment she’d spoken to him, she’d felt as if she belonged to him. Now, as she spoke with his mother, she had to wonder, was what she was feeling more than just a crush? Was it something that could turn into the kind of forever that Mia and Ford and Rafe and Brooke had? And even if it was, would it make any difference to Ian, when she could still remember every word they’d said to each other at Marcus’s wedding?

* * *

“It was such a beautiful wedding, wasn’t it?” were her first dreamy words to him after the ceremony. She’d been so overwhelmed by the love all around her, not just between the bride and groom, but among all of the Sullivans who had found their true loves. They were so free with their smiles for one another, their gentle touches, their kisses. Falling in love with Smith had made Valentina more relaxed and happy than Tatiana had ever known her sister could be.

But Ian had only said, “Marcus and Nicola are both good people.”

She’d realized with no small amount of shock that he hadn’t been as overwhelmed by all the love at the wedding as she had. Trying to understand how that could possibly be, she’d said, “I take it you’re not a big fan of love?”

It had been his turn to look surprised by her pointed question, maybe even intrigued despite himself, as he said, “I have no doubt that the two of them are in love.”

Tatiana wasn’t usually the kind of person who deliberately got in a stranger’s face and asked him deeply personal questions within the first five minutes of meeting him. But Ian Sullivan had drawn her in a way no man ever had, so she’d gone another step further and asked, “So if it’s not love that bothers you, it must be marriage?”

Again, he hadn’t directly answered her question. Instead, he’d turned it around on her. “How old were you the first time you dressed up in a wedding gown?”

She hadn’t hesitated to tell him her fun memories about how she used to put on her mother’s wedding dress when she was four or five and pretend her dog was the handsome prince she was marrying.

When she was done, he’d simply asked, “How often do you think those fairy tales come true?”

Oh, how she’d wanted the fairy tale to come true right then and there—for Ian to turn out to be the man she’d been waiting for her whole life. Looking back, she was sure every one of those desires and dreams were in her voice and on her face as she softly told him, “I hope that they come true all the time.”

He’d looked stunned, and they’d simply stared at one another. His eyes had grown darker and more intense throughout their conversation, and she’d been struck by how attracted she was to him. Shockingly so, with every inch of her skin feeling overheated, her breath coming faster, even her breasts feeling fuller as they pressed against the bodice of her dress. She’d wanted so badly to reach out to touch him, had been so tempted to go to her tippy-toes and press a kiss to his mouth that would surprise him even more than her questions had.

But she simply hadn’t had the first clue how to do any of those seductive, enticing things. Sure, she knew how to play sexy for the screen, but in real life? The truth was that she’d never met a man about whom she felt strongly enough to want to be sexy with him...not until Ian.

So though she’d been standing there in front of him with her heart racing and her skin flushing, rather than doing anything seductive or enticing, she’d finally settled for an awkward smile and a semi-apology for quizzing him about love and marriage in the middle of the vineyard.

* * *

Tonight, as she’d watched him be so incredibly sweet with his sister and mother, Tatiana couldn’t help but wonder at Ian’s insistence that love was no more than a fairy tale. Tatiana had always trusted more in what people did than what they said.

And what Ian did was love the heck out of his family, who loved him right back—a love just as strong, just as true.

“Does he know how you feel?” Claudia asked, drawing her back from her vivid memories of that first, strangely intimate conversation with him.

Tatiana was about to say no, but then she remembered the way he’d reacted to her when he’d been holding her in his arms on the driveway. As if he’d felt their sudden connection just as strongly, just as deeply, as she had.

“Maybe.” She had to laugh at herself and amend her response. “Probably. Because as you can see, I’m not exactly going out of my way to hide it. Not even from his mother.” Since she was already being utterly reckless by talking about her feelings for Ian with his mom, Tatiana figured she might as well ask, “Got any tips for me about how to woo your eldest son?”

Claudia’s laughter was just as warm as the arms that enfolded Tatiana into a hug. “He’d be a fool not to fall for you, sweetie. And the one thing I know for sure is that I haven’t raised any fools.”

“No, you most certainly haven’t,” Tatiana agreed, “but even so...” She paused, trying to think of a tactful way to put it. “Ian’s already made it pretty clear to me how he feels about romance.”

Claudia simply nodded as she turned back to the stove. “Tell me, for most people who want to act for a living, once they realize just how difficult it is to get any parts at all, let alone good ones, how long does it take them to give up their dreams?”

“Usually, it’s a matter of months. Although there are some who stick it out for a couple of years before they throw in the towel.”

“Did you ever consider giving up, Tatiana?”

“No.” It had never even been a possibility. “Acting is such an integral part of who I am, I’ve never even thought about doing anything else. I love it that much.”

“And you’ve always been determined to make it work?”

Tatiana thought about how hard she’d been working to get at the heart of her new character, and the fact that she wouldn’t let up until she did. “Yes, I’ve always been determined.”

“Well, people always say that if you follow your heart, you’ll never regret it, which I agree with. But what I learned when Ian’s father and I were trying to make things work between the two of us way back when, was just how much determination it can sometimes take to stay on your heart’s path. I also learned that love is worth the struggle. Always.”

It was, Tatiana thought as she slipped the pasta into the boiling water on the stove, both an encouragement and a warning from a mother who clearly knew her eldest son very, very well. Well enough not to shy away from words like struggle and determination.

Before either of them could say anything more, Max walked into the kitchen, handed Tatiana the glass of wine she hadn’t yet had a chance to drink, and asked if she could go tell the boys to finish stacking the wood and wash up, because dinner would be ready in a few minutes.

* * *

As soon as they were alone in the kitchen, Claudia stepped away from the stove and put her arms around her husband. “You know how much I’ve worried about Ian. Not just since his divorce, but even before that.”

“We all have.”

“Suddenly, I don’t feel like I need to worry quite so much anymore.”

Max brushed his wife’s hair away from her face, after all their years together still the most beautiful one he’d ever set eyes on. “Because he’s back here in Seattle with all of us again?”

She smiled up at the man she’d loved with every single breath from the first moment he’d held her in his arms, just the way he was now. “Because something tells me that he’s going to fall in love. For real this time. And that it’s going to change everything for him, in the best possible ways.”

“Ian? In love? Did he say something to you?” But Claudia knew it wouldn’t take him long to figure it out, and a moment later, he said, “Tatiana?”

Ian and Tatiana had been seated together at Marcus and Nicola’s wedding, and though Claudia had been seated at the next table, she’d noted the way Tatiana’s gaze had continually returned to her son’s handsome face. And it had seemed to Claudia that his normally steely self-control had been hanging by a thinner thread than usual around the pretty actress. Tonight when they’d come inside the house, Claudia had seen all of the same signs, on both their parts. Only this time, her son hadn’t seemed quite as good at pushing away his obvious attraction.