I forget to tell you, you looked amazing in your suit.”
“Thanks.”
He tipped her chin with his fingers and kissed her, a soft, sweet kiss. He started to pull back but she wound her hand around his neck and rose up, pressing her lips to his, diving in for more.
He obliged, wrapping both arms around her, giving her the kind of kiss that made the hair on the nape of her neck stand up. His tongue slipped between her lips and her heart did a wild dance of Oh, hell yes, we want this! and she wished they weren’t right outside the door of her parents’ house, because she really wanted to be alone with him to explore, to unbutton his shirt and slide her hands all over his naked skin.
Finn was the one to break the kiss, his breaths coming out hard. His eyes were dark with desire, which only made their situation more frustrating, because she wanted to explore that desire with him—right now.
But she knew right now wasn’t the right time—and so did he. Murphy had come back and was staring at both of them. He had to get his dog home. And she also knew—
What? What did she know? That this fantasy had to end?
She sighed.
“See you tomorrow?” he asked.
She gave a quick nod and turned the knob and went inside the house. She closed the door and leaned against it.
It had been a good night. A really good night that had ended in one outstanding kiss. But why did it have to end? If she hurried, she could meet him on the way to his house.
She reached behind her and put her hand on the doorknob, seconds away from opening it.
But something stopped her.
What was it? Why couldn’t she just go for it, have some fun with Finn and then move on with her life? Why was she always so racked with indecision?
“Dammit,” she whispered, then let go of the doorknob and walked up the stairs to her room.
CHAPTER
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twelve
WHEN FINN FIRST saw it, the barn looked nothing like it had the night before. Instead of all the fancy decorations and lots of tables and a deejay platform, today there were only two long wood tables decorated with glass vases filled with wildflowers, along with champagne glasses and plates, giving the room a more rustic look.
When the hell did people sleep around here? He knew they had caterers to deal with the food, but Brenna, Erin and Honor were buzzing around like a swarm of bees wearing dresses. It made his head spin. He walked up the one wide wood step, into the barn.
“What can I do?” he asked as he reached Brenna.
“The table needs straightening,” Brenna said, ignoring him. “It’s crooked.”
“It’s not crooked,” Honor said. “It’s perfectly straight.”
“It could go a foot or so to the left.” Erin eyed the table.
“No, it needs to go to the right,” Brenna argued.
“I think you’re both wrong.” Honor glared at them. “The table is fine and it’s staying where it is.”
He thought the table looked fine, but he wasn’t about to say anything. Having been around the three sisters for more than ten years, he knew better than to get in the middle of one of their arguments. Nobody won, least of all him. He’d learned that the first year he was here.
“What’s the fuss?”
Maureen had come out and stood there, hands on her hips, giving that look to all three women.
“The table is crooked,” Brenna said. “Obviously it needs to move to the right by a foot.”
“The table is fine.” Honor sent a deliberate look to Maureen.
Erin shook her head. “It needs to go to the left to match the other table.”
Maureen sighed, then turned a critical eye to the table, walking back and forth and even bent over to give both tables a thorough examination. When she straightened, she said, “The table stays where it is. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
Finn waited for the angry explosion, but Brenna just blew out a breath and walked away. Erin shrugged. Honor, knowing that whooping in victory would only irritate her sisters and probably her mother, stayed silent.
Brenna came to him and tilted her head back. “The table was crooked, wasn’t it?”
Now he was truly fucked. He’d never once lied to her in all the years he’d known her. But he’d never been as close to her as he was now. Would he mess that up by starting now?
“Not that I could see. It looked