Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
“Um…no, that’s not why. I was calling to make sure you were okay.”
We were almost to Finn’s door. “I’m fine. Thank you for checking up on me. I have some notes from last night. Things I noticed when I got home and read through the files. I’ll send them over this afternoon.”
Russell sighed. “That’s fine. Maybe since you’re taking the day off, I might as well also. Lord knows I could use it.”
I knew he wasn’t being sincere as much as he was being a sarcastic ass. “You should,” I responded. “I need to run. Bye Russell.”
After hitting End, I slipped the phone back into my jacket and knocked lightly on the door before opening it. When I walked into the room, I took in the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen: Finn sitting on the sofa with his hair wet and dressed in a white T-shirt and sweats. My goodness, this man was beyond good-looking.
“Hey, how are you feeling?”
Glancing up at me, he smiled, and my chest fluttered. “Better than I should.”
With a lighthearted laugh I undid Flash’s leash, and he made a beeline to Finn. Holding up his hand, Finn said in a stern voice, “No,” but Flash jumped up on the sofa anyway.
He sat right next to Finn and barked once before dropping down and resting his head on Finn’s knee. “Damn, he doesn’t listen worth a shit.”
“Actually, he really does listen quite well.” I frowned as I stared at the dog resting on Finn’s leg. “Well, I guess he doesn’t listen all the time.”
Flash made a growling sound and closed his eyes as Finn softly ran his hand over his back.
Lucky dog. What I wouldn’t have done to have those fingers running over my bare skin.
“Rory, we need to talk.”
I swallowed hard. Isn’t that what guys say when they break up with you? How could he break up with me, though…when we aren’t even dating?
Then it hit me.
Last night. His phone call. He was naked.
Oh no.
“I’ll leave you be. Consider this distraction gone.”
Finn
A day to remember
The moment I said we needed to talk, Rory’s eyes widened, and her face turned white as a ghost.
“Last night I went out with Colton. I was a good two sheets to the wind.”
She rubbed her hands together in a nervous way. “I know—you called me, remember?”
How could I forget? I’d stayed up half the night trying to drink the memory of that call away.
“Yeah, I remember. When I called you, I was in a cab…with a woman.”
Her body stiffened, but she kept up her poker face, except for the brief moment a line etched between her brows.
“I was upset about you turning me down for dinner.”
There was no way for me to read her face, and that was freaking me the hell out. The only noticeable change was in her breathing: Her chest rose and fell a bit harder.
“Anyway, I left the club with this girl I had met and we headed back here.”
Rory’s expression hardened before she dropped her head down and stared at the floor.
“Nothing happened, Rory.”
Her head lifted, but she avoided my gaze.
“I was drunk, but not stupid enough to do something I knew I would regret the rest of my life.”
“What do you mean? Why would you have regretted it?”
Leaning forward, I drew in a long breath before speaking. “I’ve never in my life met anyone like you. Never felt the things I feel for you. We’ve only kissed once, but I cannot stop dreaming of what you would feel like in my arms when I wake up every morning. Or what it would be like to take you in my arms and kiss you any time of the day whenever I wanted.”
Her breath hitched and the corner of her mouth quirked slightly up.
“Colton kept telling me I had it bad for you, and I knew he was trying to prove a point. I wouldn’t admit it until the cab pulled up to the front of my place, and I sat there thinking about you. I told the girl I was with the truth, that I wasn’t the least bit interested in being with her, and I handed the taxi driver a hundred and told him to take her home.”
Rory softly asked, “She didn’t come up? You were alone last night?”
“Well no, not really. Flash was here with me. Watching as I drank myself silly. I’m pretty sure he helped me to bed.”
She covered her mouth and chuckled.
“I’m not asking you to move in with me, Rory. I’m simply asking you give us a chance.”
Her eyes blazed with something I’d never seen in them before. They sparkled even brighter when she flashed me that adorable smile of hers.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night, and those last words you said to me about not being a distraction, and I realized something.”