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“That’s right, Sweetness.” Dropping a kiss on her forehead, I say, “I kinda’ like you, a whole fucking lot.”

Chapter 55

Finn

Thea looks different today. More like her old self, with the splash of color in her hair. I liked the purple and blue, but I fucking love the vixen red, burgundy and black she’s rocking right now, and I couldn’t be more turned on if I tried.

Making my way over to her, I ignore the complaints coming from the people I move out of my way. “I love it, Pet.” I snap a photo of her with a spoonful of jello in her mouth and set it as my phone’s lock screen.

“Did you just take a picture of me stuffing my face?”

“Yes.”

“Delete it.”

“Never.” I vow, dropping into the seat across from her. “It’s my favorite picture of you.”

“I didn’t give you permission to take my picture and if I did, it wouldn’t be one with my mouth full.”

“I happen to love how you look when your mouth’s full. That’s why it’s my favorite.” She rolls her eyes, but I can tell she’s not really upset about the picture or what I’ve just said.

“Isn’t this a legacy table day?” She asks, gathering more jello onto her spoon.

It is, and it’s rude of her to remind me of that. I can’t tell her it’s rude since we’re sitting in mixed company. “I was just heading over there, but got distracted by your beauty.”

“And yet you zoomed in and took a picture of my mouth.”

“That mouth. These are the lips, powerful rudders, pushing through groves of kelp.” Her mouth parts. She must recognize the poem. “Shall I recite more of the poetry devoted to that orifice?”

“How about we change the subject?” The guy on my left says.

I twist my head to see the guy from The Tomb. What the hell is he doing at this table? “I wasn’t asking you.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ve given you Thea’s answer.”

“Thea has no problem speaking for herself.”

“I know that, but you seem to have a problem listening when she talks, so maybe hearing a man say it will force you to show her the respect she deserves.”

Who in the actual fuck is this guy? I really want to know who I’m about to leave bleeding out at this table.

Thea scolds, “Knock it off, Ry.”

I smirk. “That’s right. Knock it off,Rice,before I cut your tongue off.”

“And you keep your knife stashed away, Finn, or you can leave my table.”

I keep Rice in my sights as I ask, “You’re not going to kick him off your table?”

“He’s not the one who might get blood on my salad.”

I turn back to my girl, a smile on my face. “You know me so well.” Nodding, I happily agree. “I’ll behave while you’re eating.”

She ignores my caveat and says, “Why are you over here today? We’ve got an unofficial schedule. You sit here on the days Connor and Austin are here, and I pretend you’re not. Why are you messing up the routine?”

“I meant what I said, Thea. I really had no intention of changing things. But then I saw you and this hair and I just had to come get a closer look.”

“You’ve looked. You can go back to what you were doing.”

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