Page 62 of Lightness In My Dark

He shook his head and saw my startled expression. “Did you and Lindsey have fun?”

“Yes. She’s great. I like her.”

Finn’s dimple appeared, his hair stylishly messed, muscles snug against me. The man could stop the airflow from my lungs with eye contact alone. A mystique—his smell hypnotizing.

He turned back to the television. “I’m glad you two get along. Lindsey is great. She’s perfect for Carter.”

“Perfect for each other.” I waited until he settled down and continued, “That’s why I chose them.”

Without taking his eyes off the television, he asked, “Chose them for what?”

“Us! When we sleep together on our wedding night.”

Finn’s face crinkled as if eating a lemon. “What are you talking about?”

“When we consummate. I talked to Lindsey and Carter, and they agreed to be witnesses.”

He slipped me off his lap. “You did what?”

“I got our witnesses. That’s one less thing to worry about for the wedding. Carter admitted he didn’t want to see you having sex, so he said he’ll focus on me.”

He turned away, trying to figure out what I was talking about. It took everything I had not to laugh.

“No one’s going to focus on you.” Finn looked around. “Where’s my phone? I gotta call Carter.”

Crawling onto his lap, I took his face in my hands and said, “It’s done. I wanted to do this for you.” I shrugged. “Besides, maybe your brother will get some pointers from you. We can even film—”

“We’re not filming anything, Wren! I’m not—”

When I busted out laughing, he stopped talking, and pursed his lips to prevent his own laugh. Finn drew a smile and gave me one of the most intimate kisses. My body infused with an unrefined murmur of pleasure. His warm mouth had me pressing into him, our hands running through each other’s hair.

I ended the kiss, pinched my swollen lips together, and said, “Gotcha!”

Chapter 28 - Devil’s Wrath

WREN

There was no denying it was St. Patrick’s with the green streamers and signs strewn throughout Murphy’s pub. Finn held my hand, ushering me to his friends’ tables. My head swung around as I regarded the atmosphere. Bras hung on a rope above the bar near a sign that saidErin Go Braless. Packed tables of men and women with St. Pat’s stickers on their faces, infused with beer and shots, and way too many Aran sweaters and Claddagh rings. Irish music blared from the jukebox, while a corner table of older gentlemen swayed as they sangDanny Boy. The place was alive, and even though I wasn’t Irish, I soaked in the festivities.

I hugged Lindsey and Carter. Like two conspirators, Lindsey and I huddled together, amused at our prank on Finn. He held two glasses of beer, browsing the crowd until he found me. His head shook when he saw us.

“Lindsey, you’re a bad influence on Wren.” He handed me a beer, clinked his glass to mine, and said cheers.

Lindsey shoved him and said, “What you did to Wren was plain evil.” His magnificent, thunderous laugh rippled down to my core.

Finn offered me a seat, but I declined. I stood by the wall. Julius and Marie waved to us, and Peter bumped my elbow as he came next to me.

“How’s things, Wren?”

“Good. How about you? Did you go back to London yet?”

“Yeah, returned for a few weeks and then came back for this celebration.”

Standing with an empty beer glass, Peter offered to fill it from the pitchers. When he left, Finn clasped my dress, and drew me near.

He whispered, “If I were the jealous type, I’d think you were flirting with Peter.”

“Then it’s a good thing you’re not the jealous type.”

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