Page 53 of Falling for Finn

Levi raises his brows at Oakley and then flashes me a shit-eating smirk as if he knows I’m fucking doomed.

“This is Oakley,” I say, then look at her. “And this is my childhood friend, Levi.”

“Thegirlfriend,” she adds, holding out her hand, but Levi ignores it and pulls her into a bear hug.

“Nice to meet the woman my best friend’s gonna marry someday.”

I roll my eyes even though I can’t deny how I like the sound of that. “I already told you I’m never getting married,” I remind Levi, then watch Oakley’s back stiffen. I hadn’t meant to let that slip out with them here.

“You don’t mean that.” My grandma waves me off. “I’m still waiting for one of my grandchildren to give me a great-grandbaby.”

“Yeah, Finn.” Levi smacks my shoulder with a kiss-ass smirk.

When Oakley returns to my side, my arm naturally swings around her, and when our eyes meet, I’m tempted to kiss her. Levi clears his throat, grabbing my attention.

“We were going to enjoy the festivities. Wanna join us?” I ask Levi as Grandma excuses herself to chat with the mayor.

Once we’re outside, Levi turns to Oakley. “So how much longer are you here? Gonna stay for the town’s fall festival next weekend?”

“Don’t ask her twenty questions,” I warn.

“It’s fine.” Oakley waves me off. “No, I fly out Monday.”

“Oh.” He glances in my direction. “What will you two love birds do?”

I shake my head. “You don’t have to answer his nosy questions.”

“I asked two things,” he protests.

Oakley laughs and reaches for my hand. Her fingers are warm, and I like it when she brushes her thumb over mine.

“Not sure yet.” Oakley shrugs. “Finn will have to tell his family once Aspen leaves, I guess?”

“They’ll be heartbroken.” He frowns. “I have plenty of room at my house if you decide to stay.” Levi waggles his brows, knowing it’ll piss me off.

“Is that so? Well, I might need to remember that.”

“Don’t play into his games,” I tell Oakley and scowl at Levi.

“What game? I’m being hospitable.”

Oakley snickers. “That’s more than Finn can say.”

“I already like her.” Levi smirks. “She’s a keeper.”

“She’s a pain in my ass,” I remind him as we pass a few of the craft booths.

Oakley snickers because only she knows the true meaning behind that.

Her gaze zeroes in on the table that has tiny canvases, paints, and brushes. “You never mentioned there was a painting booth.”

“Slipped my mind,” I admit. “But you should go show those kids who’s legit.”

Two little girls smear random colors on their canvases and then glance up at us. Oakley walks over and kneels beside them.

Levi and I stand back and chat as Oakley praises the kids’ artwork. She’s mesmerizing, and I can’t take my eyes off her.

“So you wanna tell me what’s really going on between you two?” Levi asks, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

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