Page 21 of Beyond the Blue Horizon

“I want food.” Finn nodded his head emphatically, shifting around to get in my line of sight to let me know how eager he was over the proposition.

“It’s on its way, little buddy,” Theo said. Then he tipped his full attention back to me. “I’ll grab it from the delivery driver and bring it over as soon as it gets here.”

Every second he stayed sent my nerves fraying further.

I blew out a sigh, trying to keep myself together. “You’ve done enough, Theo. Why don’t you head home and enjoy your evening and I can grab the food?”

It basically came out a frenzied plea.

We didn’t do this.

Rely on others.

And this man had single-handedly done more for us in one evening than any other person had done in years.

I needed to get away from him. I didn’t know what it was about him, but just the sight of him felt like a warning flare.

“Oh, I plan to, beautiful. Won’t take me but a second since I live on the far side of the property.”

His grin was casually cruel. Nothing but sinful seduction.

I didn’t know what had the panic rising further. The fact that he called me beautiful or that he dropped the bomb that he lived here.

Apparently, the living here part since it rocketed out of me. “You live here? On the property?”

“You have a problem with that?”

Apparently, since I was the one who’d been ambushed and netted.

Nelly came moseying back out from her room toward where I stood trying not to spiral.

“Come to Nells, my Finn-Finn, and we’ll get you all set up for when the food arrives.”

He scrambled right out of my arms and into hers, blond hair framed around his precious, cupid face, his red lips squished up with his excitement.

Nelly sent me a look that could only be described as conniving.

I narrowed my eyes at her, and she just let go of a scratchy chuckle as she carried Finn into the kitchen. She pulled out a chair and settled him on it.

I preferred to have him strapped in a highchair, but we didn’t always have those luxuries, and he’d gotten accustomed to being on his knees at a table.

“Give me your number.” Theo shot the gruff words at me from out of nowhere, my back to him as they impaled me from behind.

My brows shot to the ceiling as I turned to find he’d pulled his phone from his pocket.

Was he serious? He wanted my freaking number?

That was it. The last thing I could tolerate from him. My breaking point.

Air huffed from my lungs, and I stomped around him for the door, trying not to drag his essence into my lungs.

The scent of the woods and the snow, and rough, sumptuous leather.

I swung open the door, fully ignoring the cold as I hurtled myself out into it.

Following me out, he snapped the door shut behind us.

“Why didn’t you tell me you live here?” It gushed out of me as I whirled in his direction.