On the coffee table, there was a tray of tea and a selection of sandwiches and cakes.
I took a seat in my usual place, the sofa that overlooked the park, and grabbed my phone to wait for him.
Dad only ever made me wait ten minutes tops, so I didn’t have much time to kill.
I had two messages. One from Finn and the other from Jenny. The sight of the latter’s name had me grimacing because I realized I hadn’t exactly been communicative of late. Finn had steamrolled his way into my life, and I’d been absorbed in him. That wasn’t fair to Jenny, though. I’d been a shitty friend.
Well, not totally shitty.
I knew she’d be a pain in the ass when I shared what was happening between Finn and me and, truth be told, I was putting the confrontation off.
Jenny could be a bitch sometimes, and I had no doubt that she’d be bitchy when I revealed my new status as an engaged woman.
Sometimes, my neighborhood was ridiculously old-fashioned. The Irish ways, though many of us hadn’t even visited the old country, still ran true like we were back in the eighteen hundreds.
It was nuts, but I knew Jenny would be jealous as hell about my news.
Finn:You get there safe?
Me:Yep. Just arrived.
Finn:Billy treat you okay?
That had me cocking a brow.
Me:How should he have treated me?
Finn:With all the deference owed to a woman who belongs to me.
I snorted at that.
Me:Belong to you now, do I?
Finn:You know it, and you fucking love it.
Because I could imagine his smirk, I squirmed a little in my seat. He said incendiary things that should have had me blowing my top, but they just made me melt. It was all kinds of weird, but the way he talked got me so hot, I wanted to burrow into his arms and never let go.
Me:Maybe.
Bigheaded jerk.
Finn:Only maybe…? I’ll have to remind you of that tonight.
I shuddered.
Me:Please?
Finn:My pleasure.
I could imagine his purr as he murmured that.
Crossing my legs to assuage the sudden ache that had sprung up out of nowhere, I began to type out another message:You make me ache,but then I deleted it. He knew that already, and the words weren’t what I wanted to say, anyway.
I wanted to tell him that I needed him, but I didn’t want to freak him out even though a part of me recognized he needed me to need him.
He craved it.
Finn was a control freak.