Page 61 of Making Home with You

What else am I supposed to do?Not go?Something about that makes me feel like he wins.We both know why he’s asked me to come and I’m not going to let him know I’m afraid.

“I’m going because this asshole isn’t going to win.”

“I’m putting it on the record that this is a fucking terrible idea and I’m telling your brother,” Erin states, her hands folded on the table like what she’s said is final.

“Fine tell Ryan, but I’m still going.The fucker is going to fire me if I don’t and I can’t have that on my resume.I can’t have my resume read that I worked for Bolton and Fisher for a hot four weeks.”

Before we can continue, a tall blonde walks up to our table and greets Kelsey with a huge smile and a friendly hello.

“Hey Monica,” Kelsey says, smiling back at her.She looks vaguely familiar like I may have met her before or seen her around Rockport.“Funny seeing you here,” Kelsey adds, glancing around the restaurant.“It’s not often that I run into people when I’m outside Rockport.”She laughs a little and Monica agrees with her.

She greets Erin and then me, but Erin’s response is rather cold and that’s when I remember where I’ve seen her before.

Monica was one of the women who were talking about Finn in the clothing store in town, and I believe she was at Kelsey and Beck’s bachelor/bachelorette party.

“You’re Sarah, right?”she asks and I nod my head.“We met at the costume party at the pub a couple of weeks back.”

Again I nod, but I watch Erin as she glares across the room and my eyes are drawn there too.

At a booth on the other side of the restaurant sits Carla and a couple of other women and they are all looking at us too.

I can hear Monica talking, but I take none of it in and she falls suddenly silent.Her face changes from the smiling woman who first walked up to one of someone who has placed herself in an unwanted situation.

“Well, I guess I should get back,” she says awkwardly, tossing a thumb in the direction of Carla’s table.“Kelsey, I’ll see you tomorrow for brunch?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you then,” Kelsey replies, giving her a nod of her head and a smile.

As she’s walking away, Erin lets out a gagging noise and rolls her eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re friends with her.”

“She’s not like them,” Kelsey defends.“I swear.You know I wouldn’t be friends with her if she were on the side that wants to lynch Finn.”

“Whatever,” Erin says and I’m just grateful that the conversation has shifted away from my creepo boss and me.

I hitch a ride back to Rockport with Erin and Kelsey, and stop off to pick up some clothes before I head over to Finn’s.I grab my laptop too, because even though my actual job is a shit show, I did agree to take on another marketing client.

Kelsey had sent my name to a friend of hers who owns an inn a few hours north of Rockport.Another small, family owned place, but the money is good and the owner isn’t looking for anything big.I’ll need to work on it this weekend, but it should still leave some time for me to relax too.

When I walk in to Finn’s place, it’s after nine, but Finn’s on the couch, still in his uniform, and I lean down and press a kiss to the top of his head.

“Still in your uniform, huh Chief?”

“Too lazy to change,” he says, talking a swig of his beer.I take it from him and take a long drink before stepping between his legs.

He looks up at me, and his hands instinctively go to my hips, his fingers pushing my sweater up so they can graze the bare skin they expose.

“How was your day today?”Finn asks, as he begins to unbutton my pants, his mouth now on my stomach.

“It was fine,” I respond, but I’m finding it hard to concentrate on anything but Finn’s beautiful mouth.

He’s slow and torturous as he unzips my pants and slides them down my legs.They pool at my feet and I’m now standing in front of him in just my black lace underwear.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, running his fingers over my undies, and brushing against me.

“How was your day?”I moan, as Finn slips his fingers into the side of my underwear, but still teasing me, not entering like I want, like I need.

“It’s fucking amazing now,” he says, this time sliding his finger though my wetness and making me beg for him.