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“Finn!” I breathlessly scream as the orgasm building at my center fires through every nerve in my body, completely shattering me.

“Good girl,” Finn groans against my neck as he picks up his pace. Every inch of my body is on fire as he continues to drive into me, not letting me come down from my orgasm before demanding another from me. “Tell him again,piscín.Scream into his heavens and let him know who your god really is.”

My back arches from the glass, and I claw at Finn and scream his name as I come again. I writhe over him as I clench around him, wanting more and needing him to stop in equal measure.

Finn squeezes my thighs bruisingly hard, driving into me with such force that my toes curl. He thrusts again, spilling himself into me as he roars, “Fuck! Cat!”

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

CATLIN

A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER

QUINN

Have you tried to talk to your uncle lately?

Daily.

He won’t take my calls.

That’s what I thought.

Why?

I reached out about setting up the baptism for Rory and Kira. He politely requested that I contact Saint Bernadette’s.

That maybe they’d be a better fit for our family

I’m sorry

I haven’t been to mass since Uncle Sean forced me out of his life, but Quinn has let me know a few times that he’s been cordial when she’s approached him after mass.Cordial, not friendly.

I’ll get him to reconsider

“Please don’t hang up,” I blurt when Uncle Sean answers the church phone, promptly hearing the click of his dropping it into the receiver. When I redial his number, I’m not surprised that it goes to voicemail.

He can’t ignore me if I’m standing in front of him.

I send a quick text to Owen and William before changing my clothes.

Please get the car ready. I need to go somewhere.

WILLIAM

Yes, ma’am.

I’ll be ready in about ten minutes.

OWEN

I’ll be outside your door in five.

I rummage through the closet in the master bedroom for a shirt that will cover the tattoo below my shoulder. Pulling a light cardigan over my tank top, I also change from my denim shorts to a pair of jeans.

As promised, Owen is ready and waiting when I step from the hallway into the apartment. “Where are we heading in such a rush, ma’am?”

“Church. Our Lady of Grace,” I inform him as we ride the elevator down to the garage where William is waiting with the Suburban. On the short drive to the church, I try a few times tocall Finn to tell him where I’m going, but the call rings through to his voicemail each time.

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