Finn's Fantasy (Maine Men #1) - K.C. Wells Page 0,1

high school, thank God. Her temper still died down as quickly as it flared up.

Ben raised his glass of champagne to her. “Congratulations, Teresa. You make a great couple. And it’s about time, considering you and Ry shared your first kiss in ninth grade.” His eyes twinkled.

Shaun’s eyes widened. “Hey, I’d forgotten about that.”

“Did you also forget that Teresa told everyone how icky it was?” Ben glanced at her. “That was what you said, right?” He grinned. “Maybe it’s taken you till now to marry him because you were waiting till he got better at kissing.”

Amid the laughter, Teresa folded her arms, her pale pink nails long and curved as they rested on her lace-covered upper arms, the fluted sleeves hanging down. “Should you be drinking that? Because I don’t think you’re old enough.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Real funny. If I wasn’t at your wedding, I’d tell you to…” He mouthed fuck off, and Teresa gave a mock gasp. Ben chuckled.

Levi put his arm around Ben’s shoulders. “Aw, he can’t help it that he still has the cutest baby face.” He pinched Ben’s cheek.

Ben growled from the back of his throat. “Knock it off. Christ, you’ve been doing that since eighth grade.”

“He could always kiss it better,” Seb suggested with a gleam in his eye. “He’s probably a better kisser than Ry.” That earned him a glare from both Ben and Levi.

Teresa deliberately turned her head in Seb’s direction. “You have not kissed Ry.”

Seb’s enigmatic smile reminded Finn why he fucking loved his friends. Put them all together, and the snark increased a hundredfold.

Teresa walked over to where Seb sat, and he pushed his chair back as though to stand. She pressed her hand to his shoulder. “You stay put, pretty boy.”

“Pretty boy? I’m flattered.” He shut up when Teresa sat in his lap sideways, her arms looped around his neck. A moment later, Seb laughed. “Go right ahead, Teresa. Get comfy.”

“Consider this punishment for making me think you and Ry kissed.”

Seb leaned in close and said in a loud whisper, “What happened between us will go with me to my grave.” When Teresa gasped and tried to pull away, Seb held onto her. “Chill, sweetheart. Nothing happened. He’s not my type. I’m not into jocks.”

“That’s not what I heard,” Noah murmured.

Seb merely arched his eyebrows. “Which part?”

Teresa relaxed, her fingers laced, effectively locking her arms around him. Seb put his hand on her waist, and she smiled. “I figure I’m safe enough. It’s not like you’re gonna grope me, like Ry’s creepy Uncle Al. And at least with you, I know for certain I’m not your type.” She grinned. “So, Seb… Met any hot guys in Ogunquit lately?”

Finn laughed. “From what I hear, Seb’s working his way through every guy he meets at MaineStreet, the Front Porch, and let’s not forget the gay section of the beach. Which is probably where he’s planning on spending the entire summer vacation.”

Seb speared Finn with a look. “Just what are you implying?” There was no rebuke in his tone, however.

Ben whooped. “Dude, he ain’t implying—he’s flat out saying it.”

Around the table, Finn’s friends joined in with the laughter, and Seb wasn’t far behind them.

“Hey, Levi, how’s your grandmother?” Teresa inquired. “I haven’t seen her around lately.”

Levi’s smile lit up his eyes. “She’s good, thanks. She sends her best wishes.”

“Does she still bake? I remember when she taught you to make cookies in eighth grade, and she sent you to school with a box of them for your friends.”

Aaron snorted. “I’m not surprised you remember that. How many did you eat?”

Teresa smoothed her hands down her slim form. “My cookie-binging days are far behind me.”

“Not surprising,” Noah commented. When Teresa jerked her head in his direction, he pointed to her dress. “You couldn’t eat cookies and wear that. Unless it comes in a bigger size.”

“And yes, Grammy still bakes,” Levi assured her. Finn saw the remark for what it was, Levi’s attempt to cut the snark. But that was Levi, always the peacemaker, even when they were kids.

Finn glanced over Teresa’s shoulder at the approaching figure. “Uh-oh. Incoming. I spy a pissed groom.” Ry Cyr looked as if he was on a mission too, not that he appeared all that irritated.

Teresa stilled as a loud cough erupted behind her. Ry ignored her and greeted the group with a polite smile. “Not to interrupt this little gabfest or anything, but have any of you seen my wife?” They all laughed. Ry placed his hand