Page 4 of Accidentally Falling for My Fake Wife

“Finn, you called me every minute for a full ten minutes before I finally picked up. I figured the only way to get you to stop was to answer.”

Finn’s chuckle rings through the phone. “You know you could’ve just turned off your phone, right?”

For the first time in the last twenty-four hours I laugh. “You know, I didn’t even think of that.”

“Annnnd that’s why you pay me the big bucks,” Finn teases. “So I can make sure I do the hard thinking for you.”

A chuckle escapes me as I plop on the end of the bed.

“I know that being away from your brother is tough,” Finn’s tone softens. “But I also know this will be a terrific move for you. Do you trust me?”

I rub my hand up and my face and groan. “You know I do.”

“Good. So you’ll call Steve back?” My silence prompts him to continue. “This change is hard on him too. He may have Nicole to help him with the transition, but he’s struggling.”

I pinch my nose and let out a breath. “Yeah. I’ll call him.”

“Immediately after you get off the call with me?” Finn pushes. “You know he’ll just keep calling me until you do. Then I’ll have to come down to the Bahamas and make you call him.”

I shake my head and snort. “After I get off the phone with you, Finn, I will call my brother.”

“Awesome. Can’t have two of my best clients unhappy. How do you think that would make me look?” I can hear the teasing in his voice. I know he’s not worried about how it would make him look. He’s worried about me and Steve. “Oh, and the house I got you in Pleasant Hollow–”

“Nooo,” I groan. “I told you I wanted to be closer to the stadium.”

“So you can hole up in an apartment and only see people during practice?” Finn scoffs. “Not happening. Pleasant Hollowis a great town. You’ll be about twenty minutes from the stadium.”

I grit my teeth together. HeknewI didn’t want to be in that town. I’m there to play football, nothing else. So what if settling in would be beneficial to me. Maybe even smart. I just want to go and do my job. I mean isn’t that the reason they traded for me?

“Finn–”

“I know,” He cuts me off. “This isn’t what you want.”

“Exactly,” I growl.

“But it’s what you need,” he says firmly. “Give yourself some time to settle in. If you still hate it after the first month I promise we can find you something else.”

A month?! Is he crazy?

My breath is uneven, and I’m working hard to keep my temper in-check. This isn’t Finn’s fault, and he’s only trying to help. But it’s all so much. Being traded, leaving my family. It’s too much.

“I did listen to the out of the way part though.”

“Oh,” I say through clenched teeth.

“Yup. I leased you an old farm house on the outskirts of town.” I feel my jaw loosen at his description. I loved my grandparents' farm house growing up. It was one of the places that Steve and I looked forward to going every summer for a few weeks. “It has a driveway lined with these gorgeous Sugar Maple trees. They’re all in peak autumn foliage. You’re gonna love it.”

I run my hand through my hair and sigh. He’s right. That doesn’t sound bad at all, but I’ll be darned if I’m going to let him know that.

“And if I hate it?”

“We’ll find you something that you like. But I’m pretty sure you’re gonna love it.”

My phone vibrates, and I see a text from Finn. I open it to a beige-colored farmhouse circa 1920, with a porch in the frontand a smaller one on the side door. It’s surrounded by trees and on about two acres of land.

I open the pictures to find pine wood floors and multiple windows lined on each wall that allow for lots of natural light. It’s pretty perfect.

“Sooo…what do you think?” I can hear the smile in Finn’s voice.

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