Give Me Butterflies (Oaks Sisters, #1)

by Jillian Meadows

“Shouldn’t you be working instead of chatting with Eleanor about dukes and secret affairs?” That raises my hackles, and my usual conflict avoidance turns to dust in the wind as I spit the first thing that comes to mind. “Shouldn’t you be rewatching Star Trek so you have something educated to say at work today?” A ghost of a smirk flashes across Finn’s mouth before he can contain it. It’s the most positive reaction I’ve ever gotten from him. I think it would be a point in my column if we were keeping score. His jaw works as he narrows his gaze. “I’m more of a Star Wars guy, actually.” My laugh turns to a very unladylike snort when I try to stifle it. That would be a point for him. Damn it. Finn crosses his arms like he’s preparing for battle. “I need to speak with Eleanor. I could already be done with that if I hadn’t had to wait for you two to finish talking.” I fold my arms over my chest to match him and meet his eyes. Having to crane my neck to look at him probably makes me less intimidating than I’d hoped, but I mirror his facial expression and body language anyway. “Oh, please. Do forgive us women for being friendly to each other and asking about our weekends. Not everyone can barge through the doors like Kylo Ren, with a cape floating behind them, and glower at every person who crosses their path.” This time, he has to bite both lips to hide his amusement, but I still get a peek at it. “Have you been watching me walk in every morning?” He tilts his head and arches an ...