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

by Stephanie Archer

“We’re not doing overnight trips,” I said. “I don’t need you crawling into my tent pretending you’re cold.”

“I’m going to cut all your boxers into thongs tonight. And you’re not allowed to drink in my bar until you’ve apologized for sticking me with your brother all summer.”

“Emmett, get your gossip from somewhere else,” Avery told him. “Olivia is our guest.”

“Nice to see you two with clothes on this time.” Avery buried her face in her hands. “I’m going to pass away now.”

“Oh my god.” Avery's face was going red. “I already apologized for that. We don’t usually—” She cut herself off. “—on the back patio.” Emmett glanced outside while he filled a pot with water. “I don’t know. Weather’s warming up.” She shot him a hard look. “Emmett.”

I love Emmett so much

“Do you like it?” she asked, mouth still quirking. Was she blind?

Was she BLIND?

She looked like when a kid cuts their own hair, or like one of those shelter dogs whose haircut is so sad, you pity them.

“I moved in across the hall from her so we can have like, snuggle parties and stuff.”

“Finn? I love you, man, but you have a reputation for being trouble. Even Mom jokes that you’re the devil.”

“You know what grown women like?” “True crime documentaries.”

“You need to get something responsible,” Emmett said, “like my car.” “I’m not getting a loser car.” He blanched. “My car isn’t a loser car.”

Emmett’s jaw clenched. “Don’t you dare make fun of minivans.” I made a jerking off motion. “Hey look, it’s me, Emmett, thinking about minivans.”

“To you? I’d get married this afternoon,” I said without thinking. “Would have done it twelve years ago if I was smart enough.”

Okay precious

“Eat your fries, sweetheart,” I told her, straightening up. “You can daydream about me later.”

“Stop staring at my ass.” “I’m not,” I said, eyes on her ass.

FINN RHODES FOREVER

Hey that’s the title

“Kiss, kiss, kiss,” I started chanting, head whipping around like someone else had said it. “Oh my god? What’s that?”

Stop I love him

“I had a crush on you.” “Keep your boner story to yourself.”

“How many birds are on your arm?” “Twelve. I get one on our birthday every year,” he said quietly, and my pulse tripped.

I-

“Liv, Liv, Liv. You’re gorgeous in everything. This dress, though?” I tilted my chin at the frilly white fabric. “You look like a baby about to get baptized.”

HAHA

“How dare you.” Her gaze held mine, and the corner of her mouth twitched. “My grandmother was buried in this dress.”

I should leave and walk straight into the ocean.

“Oh no,” Finn droned in a flat voice, glancing at all the wine that had stained my dress. “Your dress.” He reached for his glass and tipped the rest onto my lap.

“I’d love a glass, honey. You know I love a weird wine.”

I love Elizabeth

“You save babies for a living and you have a boat. What’s the issue?”

Yeah, beck. What’s the issue

Avery put her hands together and slowly moved them apart, glancing between me and her hands. “Say when.”

Now im thinking about Lilian - I miss her

“Please welcome the Queen’s Cove fire department!”

Oh im GIGGLING

I was so fucking happy and light, riding bikes and racing Finn Rhodes down the street.

Smiling reading this scene omg

“I’d move with you.” His careful gaze met mine. “Your job.” He watched me, still smiling. “I’m sure they have fires there.”

A loud, blood-curdling shriek rang out, echoing throughout town hall, and we froze. “Was that Emmett?” she whispered.

Emmett cowered at the end of the hall, clutching his sandwich to his chest, dry heaving. Five small turtles advanced on him, inching forward at a glacial pace.

Emmett is my favorite

“You’re my little bad luck charm.” Her eyebrows wiggled up and down. “You going to get rid of me?” “No way.”

“You can say fuck,” I told him. “What?” “I’m twenty-nine years old and I spent the last decade working in bars. You can say fuck. Shit, too.” “What about moist?” “Are you making a joke?” I arched a brow, the corner of my mouth tipping up. He winced. “Yeah. Sorry. Bad joke.” I snorted. “No, you can’t say moist. That’s gross.”

“I love you,” she repeated. “I’m going to keep saying it until you believe it.” “I’m starting to think…” I shook my head. “That you have feelings for me or something?”

“If you cry, I’ll cry.” He walked toward me, slow footsteps echoing in my old, empty bedroom. “If you cry,” I told him, “your brothers will cry.” “And if my brothers cry, that means everyone else is crying.”

Apparently, when they were kids, Elizabeth had her back turned and Emmett tried to feed Finn rocks.