The Finish Line (The Ravenhood, #3)

by Kate Stewart

but she won’t be fucking to-doing Greg. Not to-fucking-ever.

“And so, I would very much appreciate it if you would stop fucking looking at my future as if she may be yours.

“Trésor, I want to Halloweenie with you and Thanksgiving with you, and Christmas with you, but—” I can’t help my giggle. “Halloweenie?” “Yes, with you.” “Hallow-weenie. That’s what you’re saying, right?” “Yes.” The line creases in his forehead. “That’s what I said.” “Tobias, there is no Halloweenie.” “Yes, there is,” he insists. “My mother said it all the time.” I snort. “Tobias, it’s just Halloween.” He looks at me like I’m ignorant. “It’s the event, an occurrence, you know, what you do the day of—” He releases my face, tossing his hand in his explanation. “There’s Christmas carols and caroling. Halloween, and Halloweenie—” He frowns as if it’s starting to sound odd to him. Laughter erupts from me as I cup his face. “Ah, you poor man, I think your mother lost that one in translation. You had just moved from France, right?” He nods slowly.

Hallo—” he stops himself, and I press my lips together—“ween meal for a cold night.” “Who’s Deanna?” “She’s my cashier.” “You have a cashier?” “No, well, I go to her line.” He bites his lip. “Every time.” I lift a brow. “Is that so?” He nods. “I trust her.” “Should I be worried?” He rolls his eyes. “She is young.” “Now I’m really worried.” “Her boyfriend, Ricky, works at the liquor store, and they have two kids.” “You sure do know a lot about her.” “She helps me,” he explains vaguely. “Helps you what?” “With you,”

“Ma chatte. Mon corps. Ma femme. Mon cœur. Ma vie.” My pussy. My body. My woman. My heart. My life.

“You need to see Mark?” He nods. “Who’s Mark?” He swallows, dishing up another huge bite. “At the hardware store. For snow day supplies. He’s my cashier.”

“Ah, ah.” Tobias keeps him in the air, right before he converts his hand into an imaginary gun. “Bang, bang.” Beau goes down in a rehearsed heap. “Oh, my God!” I exclaim as I kiss both men furiously while giving them praises. “How long have you been working on that?” I ask as Tobias ushers us both inside. “A few weeks.” “You could be a dog trainer.” “I can barely tolerate him,” he scoffs, giving me a snobby side-eye. “You love him.” “He did give me a mercy fuck when you wouldn’t,”