Page 76 of You're To Blame 2

Mr. Finch nodded. “If you two decide you want to leave this weekend call me. I’ll be here in a heartbeat.”

I smiled. “Thank you so much, Mr. Finch.”

“You’re welcome.”

I sank into the sofa. Tate locked the door behind my bodyguard.

“Wow, that guy’s thorough.” He shrugged off his winter coat then tossed it on the chair. Tate sat on the sofa and kicked off his boots.

“He has to be. That bitch is really certifiable.”

His brow rose. “Agreed.” I’ll take your coat and boots. “You’re probably cold. Give me a sec. I’ll turn on the heat and start a fire.”

“Do we have food for the weekend?”

“Yes, my granddad's assistant stocked the fridge and cabinets with items we like. Well that was what I requested. I’ll check.”

“Ok. I’ll walk around after you get that fire going.”

“Where’s your bag?”

“Not sure. Mr. Finch carried it upstairs.”

“Ok.” He tossed a match into the fireplace and pushed the logs around with the poker.

“Connie asked what was really going on between us,” I hesitated. “I told her.”

“Shocked you waited this long.”

“I didn’t want to endanger her. I already involved Matt and Rocco.”

“No, we did. I won’t allow you to take the blame alone.” He peeked over his shoulder. “I am proud of you, baby.”

My cheeks heated.

“Would you like tea or hot chocolate?” He stood and stretched those muscles. My body vibrated with need. I was tired of being away from him.

“Tate, come here.”

I gripped the edge of my sweater sleeves into my palms. He sat and pulled me into his lap.

“I wish we never had to leave.”

My head rested on his chest. I could feel his heart racing.

“Me either. You know I didn’t want to play today, and then she sat behind you. If Mr. Finch wasn’t there, I would have put a stop to her bullshit.”

“I hoped you wouldn’t have stepped off the court.”

He massaged my leg. “Not taking action is taking its toll. I want to kill my own brother. He’s returned from the dead and has done nothing but stir up trouble.”

Our blue-eyed gaze locked. “I want to be free to kiss you in public. Take you anywhere I want.”

He widened his hands. “Not hide out here. I have to confront Mason. Chelsea, I can’t guarantee the outcome. He needs to be put down.”

I caressed his face. “Tate, we will figure it out together.”

“Are you warm?”

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