Page 23 of Making Home with You

“Yeah, not ideal,” she says, getting dressed before standing awkwardly in front of me.

I pull her toward me, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him,” I say, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“No,” she says, shaking her head.“We both will,” she adds, before turning and yelling out to her brother.

Ryan walks back into the garage and stops, standing there with his hands on his hips.

“Ryan,” I say, not really sure how I’m supposed to even start this conversation considering what he’s just walked in on.“Look, I’m…I…”

“Forget it, Finn,” he says laughing now.“We all knew what was going on with you two.”

“What?!”Sarah says, lifting her head from my neck and finally meeting her brother’s stare.“Are you fucking serious?”

“Please,” Ryan says.“What did you take me for, an idiot?”

“Erin told you, didn’t she?”Sarah asks, apparently totally okay with the fact that she is discussing our sex life with her brother.

Ryan nods.“Of course she did, but I’d already figured it out anyway,” he says.

“How?”Sarah says.

Ryan laughs.“Once a cop, always a cop, Sarah.And you,” he says, looking at me now.

I swallow hard, wondering just what he’s going to say to me.He can’t stop me from seeing her, we’re adults, but I guess he can be pissed about it.Can probably make my life unbearable too.

“Yeah?”

He starts laughing now.“Well, if you hadn’t left that damn note on the front door, then I wouldn’t have had to walk in here and see you fucking my sister.Jesus, this is one image I am never going to erase from my brain.”

“Jesus, Ryan,” Sarah says.“Like me listening to the sound of you and Erin havingconstantsex these past few nights is something I’m ever going to forget.”

“Whatever,” Ryan says, walking over toward the row of tools along the far wall of my garage.“I just came over to borrow your power drill, Finn.Carry on.”

Sarah and I watch in stunned silence as Ryan finds what he’s looking for and then wanders out of the garage, closing the door behind him as though none of this has happened.

“Fuck,” I say, exhaling hard as my head now falls on to Sarah’s shoulder.“That went well.”

“I’m sorry,” Sarah whispers, sliding an arm around my waist.“I should’ve taken the note down.”

I lift my head, offer a half smile.“Not your fault, baby,” I say, leaning in to give her a kiss.

She brushes a hand down my cheek.“You okay?”

I shrug.“Dunno,” I offer.“I should probably go and talk to him,” I say.“Properly,” I add.

Sarah chuckles a little.“I’ll come with you,” she says.“You might need my protection.”

I can’t help but grin.“Sounds like a good idea.”

The second Erin opens her front door; she starts laughing her ass off.“Oh fuck me, I wish I could’ve seen the looks on your faces,” she says, pushing the door wider for us.

“Thanks a lot, bitch,” Sarah says, brushing past her.“I thought you weren’t going to say anything.”

Erin rolls her eyes, a big grin stuck on her face.“Right, like that was ever gonna happen,” she says, smacking me on the ass as I walk past.

I shake my head at her.

“You could have at least given us a heads up,” Sarah says.