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“Hang on, are you not staying with us? I was banking on having you here until you went back to Europe.” I focus on a spot on the far wall. Avoiding the pout. “Don’t worry, little one, I’ll be back later tonight.” I try to pat her blindly on the head but end up smacking her in the face. She swats away my hand. “I just need to take care of some long overdue business. But first, I need an outfit change.”
smacking her in the face is crazy
Which is a real shame because I love that little guy.
lol
Do not fuck this up. I repeat: do not fuck this up, Palmer.
I love them
Stomach sinking, I clear my throat and nudge my glasses a fraction up my nose.
he's so cute stoooopppp
last time you were here you passed out cold by the time I took out my contacts.” “You’d think someone like you could have come up with a creative way to wake me.”
flirty flirty
Her fingers run through my hair, pushing it back off my face and fuck, I should probably be embarrassed by the groan that leaks out from my throat, but the way she looks at me like I’ve just sung her the sweetest note makes it hard to care.
“I swear I thought you were about to drop your pants.” I chuckle. “Sorry to disappoint.” She lightly taps at the glass. “It’s okay, we’ll get there.” Damn. It.
“Thank you. I really hoped it would help me score last night, but the guy didn’t go for it.” “Blind?” She gets a laugh out of me. “That has to be it, right?”
lol
“Jenna, tell me you’re not staying with one of those toy boys you seem to have amassed in recent years.” He hesitates. “Is it toy boys, what they’re called?”
“He’s not trying to rope you into one of these benefits for friends situations, is he?”
omg
And we lapse back into silence.
seems like neither of them know how yo handle their grief
“Are you trying to kill me?”
He’s… He’s really not into me, is he?
girl...
“Do you think we can take him out for a bit? So I can hold him?” Marry me. What?
hahahahah
Maybe I’m doing it backwards this time around, but a retroactive conversation is better than none, right?
if that's what you need Finn, then yes!
And I know that it’s wrong, I know it is, but the relief pooling in my chest feels so damn good. She’s bluffing. We’re both bluffing and I’m on my feet so fast you’d think my chair was on fire, heading straight to her room. We can talk this through, figure out what this is and how to get it under control.
“Finley Palmer, you better not be putting moves on this person while I’m still on the phone.”
“Believe me, your sister will be the one who’s sorry,” he mutters darkly, catching a tear I feel dangling precariously along my chin. “Take me to her.”
oh yes please!
“I’ve got you,” Finn says softly, when I make a last feeble attempt to wrench open my lids. “Close your eyes. I’ll get you home, Jenna Bear.” And the very last thought I have before letting go of the day is this: I am in so, so much trouble.
they are too much this is so fucking cute
He sets Jude down and throws an arm around my shoulders, bringing me in next. “Hey, Jenna Bear.” “Hey, Cherry Pie. Does everyone know about my nickname?” I give him a hearty squeeze around the middle.
cute friendship
“Theo,” Jude says lightly. “You know that thing we did in the backseat of your car a couple months ago? If you tell us—” “He talks about you constantly,” Theo blurts,
I’ll get you to love me. Just wait and see.
I love this plan!
The Scooby Gang haven’t noticed me yet
Scooby gang lol
Kiss her, you idiot.
“Jenna Fucking Carling is impervious to mess—” The piece of food hits me square in the chest in an explosion of crumbs. I stare down at myself, jaw dropping. “You wouldn’t survive a second at a Carling family dinner—” Splat.
I moan. It’s the way he’s touching me, but it’s the words too. It’s him. “Come here. Come closer.”
!!!
That’s the man I’ve fallen in love with, turning to hand me a large black t-shirt with a flush over his cheeks.
ahhhhhh!!!
Finn stares down at me for a long moment, so still I don’t think he’s breathing. Then he fiddles with his glasses, pushing them up his nose. “Would you sleep in my bed tonight?” There’s something so vulnerable in the way he says it. A piece of my heart chips away. “Okay,” I tell him. “All night this time?” Another chip. I stand, comb my fingers through his hair. His eyelids drop, in the way a cat might sink into an embrace. “All night this time.”
oh my God stop he's literally the sweetest
“Jenna, I have a hard time picturing you getting married because I wouldn’t have you to myself anymore. And I have a hard time accepting that there’s a guy out there who’s worthy of my dream girl.”
SO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT FINLEY!!!
“And what if that’s not what I want?” “You just said you wanted to be married—” “What if I don’t want someone else?”
“Finn, I’m… I have feelings for you,” she confesses in a rush. Oh, thank God.
“Maybe you’re not ready to accept what that feeling is, or what it means. But I love the way we are, and I want it for real. I want the titles. I want the white picket fence with you. And I’m willing to wait until you’re ready.”
Dad just— Hayley’s hand squeezes mine, and when I turn to look, her eyes are brimming with tears. Dad just laughed. It was short, wheezy, rusty like he hasn’t emitted that kind of sound in a while. Like his body is trying to remember how it goes.
not me crying
We could have had Dad back. He was sitting right there, aching to remember her.
I decided when I first saw him that Finn must favor his mom with his looks. But the second his father smiled, my Finn was there.
“Jenna, I’m so tired of pretending I don’t have real feelings for you. Fighting the way I feel about you is exhausting. And I know I can’t go without you. But I’m terrified I’ll end up like Dad.”
“I want to come with you this Saturday. To your sister’s wedding. I know it’s a terrible faux pas, inviting myself to a stranger’s wedding. But the thought of you there alone kind of makes me want to hurl up my tofu.”
yes PLEASE
“Look at me go. Who says the over-sexualized himbo can’t get the girl?”
“I have a confession.” I shiver as the pad of his thumb strokes my waist. “What is it?” Finn’s gaze cuts to my mouth, and the way he licks his lips makes me squirm against the door. “I kiss on the first date.”
he is so fucking smooth
“Finn.” He blinks at me in rapid succession, like he’s lost his sight, and I kiss along his jaw. “I have a confession, too.” “What?” The word comes out almost slurred, like he’s drunk off my mouth. “I fuck on the first date.”
I am not even joking me knees went weak I had to cover my mouth to smother a scream
“Do us all a favor and screw her inside your apartment.”
“Whenever I thought about you getting your head out of your ass long enough to ask her to be with you, I also thought you’d have her bedridden for a week. You’ve been celibate for a year—” “Woah.” One of the line cooks looks at me with his jaw dropped.
“Hey, Jenna Bear.” Someone snickers behind me. I’m going to pay for this in spades later. Worth it. Jenna peeks over my shoulder. “Finn? Why is everyone in this kitchen staring at us?” “Ignore them. I’m kind of a celebrity around here.” Cue the forehead kiss. And the kitchen erupts. “I told you he’d go for it the second she ever came to visit—” “But you also bet he’d do it ten seconds in—I bet a minute fifty—”
“I sent an email.” “You didn’t.” “The subject line was ‘Hands off, ladies. This himbo’s off the market.’”
Before I can get out more than a grunt, the door to the back-office swings open. “I think I missed the part where making out with funeral guests became part of your job.”
My flight back to Europe is next week.” I let out a burst of laughter. It dies in my throat the second she gives me a weird look. She’s… not kidding. What the fucking fuck?
what the fuck?
“I’ve been meaning to call you, actually,” Theo is saying to her now. “There’s this opening on my marketing team. That’s what you studied, right?” Yes. Yes. I bulge my eyes at Theo. My saint. My savior.
“Sorry, Jenna Bear. I have a business to run. If you want to interview after you’re back from your trip, then by all means, I’ll wait. As long as you keep it to four weeks away.” Theo glances at me. I give a tiny shake of my head. “Three weeks,” he amends. “Tops.” I clap my hands together. “She’ll take the deal.”
I place my hand on top of theirs, making sure to brush my thumb up and down Theo’s. “Deal. And I’m gonna need one of you to give me a nickname.”
Ronnie purses her lips, looking like Mom in a way I never could. “Mom, I think the words you’re looking for are flavor of the day.” She gives Finn a sickly-sweet smile. “She’ll be spreading her legs for the next one by the time the sun comes up. Sorry to break the news. It’s how she’s always operated.”
she is such a bitch! she had an opportunity to stand up for her sister and she didn't.
