Page 11 of The Complication with the Best Man

I nod. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I felt it too.” His forehead wrinkles, but I press on. “The attraction between us was instant. And intense. I’ve wondered what it might have been like if we were able to explore it more since you left too.”

He blinks rapidly, blows out a breath, and pushes his hand through his hair, standing and pacing in front of the couch. “I mean, yeah. It was, but… I… I’m not here to try to hook up again or start something with you.”

Heat flames my face, and I inch to the end of the couch, wondering how fast I can escape.

Finn must recognize it because he inches toward me. “Sorry. That came out wrong. If I lived here and things were different, I’d definitely consider dating you.”

“Gee thanks.” I clench my fists on my lap.

He shakes his head. “I’m fucking this up.”

“Just say whatever you were going to say,” I snipe, wanting this moment over.

“I’m here because… well… I’m getting married.”

The last three words. The most important words come out in a rush, so it takes my brain a beat to string them together to make sense. When they do, I bolt up off the couch.

“You’re getting married?” A wave of nausea swells over me, and I swallow back bile rising up my throat. And not from the baby.

There’s an underlying sadness or maybe pity in his eyes. “Yes.”

Now I’m the one pacing, hand over my stomach because I might throw up in his lap. “You had a fiancée when you slept with me?” My voice is shrill and loud.

Something drops in the kitchen.

“We’re okay,” Hudson calls.

The only thing worse than getting knocked up by the best man is finding out I’m his other woman.

He frowns. “God, no! Of course not!”

“Then you need to explain how I slept with you a month ago and now you’re engaged.” My hands fist at my sides.

He blows out a breath. “My long-term girlfriend and I were on a break when I was here for the wedding.”

My head rears back. “A break? This isn’t an episode ofFriends. Jesus.”

“We got back together when I returned to Vermont,” he continues, ignoring my comment.

“You didn’t mention her the night we slept together.”

Finn scowls. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had to give you my entire dating history before I slept with you. Should I have asked you a list of all your exes and hookups before I stripped you out of your dress?”

His words bring an image to my brain of a naked Finn standing at the end of the bed, gazing down at me while he stroked his length. A tidal wave of heat travels through my body.

I squeeze my eyes shut and give my head a little shake to rid myself of the mental picture. “I would have liked to know you were jumping from her bed into mine.”

He groans and runs his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t know we’d get back together.”

My head cocks to the side. “You didn’t know, and yet here you are, a little over a month later, telling me you’re engaged?” I roll my eyes.

He crosses his arms. “You can choose to believe me or not, but it’s the truth.”

I mimic his stance and cross my arms. “I’m going to go with not believe you.”

He throws his hands in the air. “Fine. Whatever. But there’s more.”

My hands drop to my sides. “More? How can there possibly bemore?”

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