Finn Rhodes Forever (The Queen's Cove #4)

by Stephanie Archer

For most of my life, I’d been madly, stupidly in love with her. It wasn’t going away, and I needed to fix the mess I made twelve years ago. Liv and I were soulmates. Leaving was the biggest mistake of my life. I needed to make her fall back in love with me, or I’d regret it forever. I was about to make a fucking fool of myself over Liv Morgan.

She stared at me. Fucking hell, she was so pretty. I couldn't help but smile wider.

Liv’s gaze came to mine. Cold, biting fury flashed across her face. A spike of panic and excitement shot through me. Fucking hell, she was cute. Even when she was mad at me. Even when she hated me. She had this tiny nose and when she was super mad, it twitched, like she was trying not to scrunch it up. Fucking adorable.

Sam Rhodes’ green car had become a strange tradition among his sons. When the Rhodes boys knew they had found the person they wanted to be with forever, they took her out in the vintage Porsche 911, a deep emerald green like the forests surrounding our town. Avery, Hannah, and Sadie had all been picked up in the car. There was no way I was getting in that car.

“Liv, I know you hate me, I know I fucked up and deserve to rot for how badly I fucked up, but—” He took another deep breath. “I love you, you’re my soulmate, and we’re destined to be together.” He swallowed, and his broad chest rose and fell with another deep breath. “And I’m going to do everything I can to change your mind about hating me.”

Finn and I were back together, but not for long. I was going to make Finn Rhodes dump me.

“Been in a lot of relationships, have you?” He stopped walking and caught my hand, pulling me to stand in front of him. His smile dimmed but his eyes were soft. “Nope. You ruined me, but I’m not mad about it.”

“I’m not going to propose.” My mouth hitched. “Not yet.” “Finn.” I snorted, grinning wider. “What? I’m not going to push you to do something you’re not ready for. I didn’t make you kiss me yesterday, did I?” She rolled her eyes. “Like you’re ready to get married.” “To you? I’d get married this afternoon,” I said without thinking. “Would have done it twelve years ago if I was smart enough.”

“Don’t look, though.” “I won’t.” He stood and turned. I paused with the pants in my hands, nerves running through me. “I’m serious, Finn.” He sighed. “Liv, when I see you without pants on, it won’t be against your will, okay? You’ll be begging me to take them off.”