Page 96 of Scent of Home

Locke is there. By my side.

Jason Wood and Alpha Labels are not getting their hands on him. No way in hell.

I spot Finn coming out of the tiny grocery store and jog over to him. I grab half the groceries and smile.

“So, who is managing your resort?”

Finn groans. “Don’t you start. Everyone has been asking me. I’m taking a few days. Karma is refusing to leave Benny, so it will just be us.”

“A few days! The horror. Oh, poor Finn.”

He bumps me with his arm and nods towards his car. “Over there. You know, I wouldn’t pick on me if I were you. You need me.”

“Oh, I do, do I?”

“Yeah, you do. I make a mean risotto.”

I put the groceries in his trunk and watch as he does the same. As soon as he stands up, I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his chest.

“I need you for so much more. I need you because you bring peace to my soul and quiet to my mind. You make everything go away. Finn-”

“I love you too, Erin.”

I look up and kiss him hard and long, on the street full of the people he grew up with.

“I take it that your meeting didn’t go well?”

I sigh. “Not exactly. The issue is, at this point in time, I don’t think I have much ground to stand on. Locke may have to go with him for now. Our best bet is to keep Locke out of sight.”

Finn growls, it's softer than an alphas, but I appreciate the strength of it, the rage behind it, the determination.

“You are so hot when you’re being protective and dangerous,” I tease.

Finn groans and rolls his eyes. “Don’t mock me!”

“Not mocking, sincerely turned on right now.”

Finn presses a hard kiss to my lips. It’s chaste as fuck, so when he pulls back, I lick all the remaining taste of him off.

Yum.

“Where is Bray?” I ask, not wanting to explain what happened but knowing that I’m going to have to.

“He sent me a text. He had something to do.”

I groan unhappily.

Finn eyes me carefully. “Shane and Locke are at home. Are you ready to head back? Bray will bring his bike.”

I wipe my mouth, frustrated and unsure what to do. I nod. Bray is a big alpha. If he gets into trouble, he will sing out.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Good, and you can tell me why you look so unhappy about Bray changing our plans.”

I huff and climb into the passenger seat. “Finn?”

“Yeah?”

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