Page 101 of Making Home with You

“I know it sounds completely idiotic, but I thought I was never going to see you again.”

“It doesn’t sound idiotic,” I say reassuringly.“You were worried about me.I didn’t respond to your text at the same time you were learning about Carla.I can see how you would put those things together.”

“I don’t know what she’s capable of and it’s even worse now that she’s gone.”

She has Finn on edge.I can feel it in his touch, in the way he holds me, so I make a quick decision.While I know it doesn’t make what’s happening go away, it might ease both our anxiety.

This thing with Andrew may be nearly over, but I still have to work there.I’m going to have to deal with questions, they’ll have to fill Andrew’s position, and just because he’s gone, doesn’t mean that I still want to work there.

We also still have this Carla bullshit hanging over our heads, so I think we both need some peace and quiet.

“Pack a bag,” I say, pulling back so I’m now looking at Finn, a smile on my face.“We’re staying at the inn tonight.”

“Are we hiding?”Finn asks, a cheeky smile on his face as he pinches my side, and I imagine he’s thinking back to when our relationship was a secret.I’d be lying if I said the sneaking around wasn’t a total turn on.

“Do you wanna role play, Chief?”I ask seductively, my tongue poking out to wet my lips.“I could be your damsel in distress, hidden away.”

“I have a hard time believing you as damsel in distress after what I witnessed today, but I’m sure we can come up with something.”

Once we both have bags packed and I’ve texted Kelsey asking if there’s a room available, we’re in my car heading over there.

Kelsey offers us the room free of charge, but Finn won’t hear of it and insists we pay.She finally relents and takes his credit card, but tells us that dinner is on her at least.

It’s late and the kitchen is already closed, but Kelsey calls in a few favors and gets her chef to throw together a charcuterie, a bottle of wine and a few slices of lemon cake.

Everything is waiting for us on the small dining table off to the side of the room, the king-sized bed and fireplace taking up most of the space along with the amazing bathroom.

“This place looks better than I remember,” I say falling back on the bed.I photographed these rooms for Kelsey’s Instagram page and they turned out so good I used them on her website, too.

Finn steps between my legs, hovering over me, his blue eyes shining with everything we both know is about to happen.

“Watching you kick the shit out of your sleazy ex-boss was the biggest fucking turn on ever,” Finn murmurs, his lips brushing against mine and I push my hips up to meet his.

“Oh really?”I purr, my tongue tracing his bottom lip.“I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve, Chief.Wanna try them out?”

Finn growls and slides his hands under my sweater, his teeth nipping at my neck as I squirm underneath him.

“But I don’t want you to get away,” he teases, locking my hands above my head, his large fingers wrapped around my wrists.

I rub my knee over the bulge in his pants making us both moan in response.“You got those handcuffs by chance?”But our naughty moment is interrupted by the sound of his cellphone ringing out, halting both of us in our tracks.

“What the fuck?”Finn mutters, his hand fishing around in his pocket and when he answers it his tone is clipped and harsh, “Finn O’Loughlin.”

Chapter Thirty

Finn

Even though taking this call is the last thing I want to be doing right now, given the circumstances, I can’t really ignore it.

“Finn?”comes a male voice.

“That’s what I said,” I bite out.“Who is this?”

“It’s, um…it’s Craig Robinson,” he says nervously.

I feel my fingers tighten around my phone as my heart starts to pound.What the fuck is he calling me for?

“What do you want?”I ask.“And how did you get this number?”