“Try it,” I growl.
“Cadence is the only one who can murder his guitar and live,” Zane taunts with a laugh.
“She’ll hate you forever if you keep pushing her into corners,” Finn warns.
“Like Zane said, I don’t need her to like me to get her to marry me.”
“So you’ve decided to threaten her?”
“I’ve decided to get her to admit what we’re both feeling.” I scowl. “She’s the one making it complicated.”
“And you’re the one who wants the girl who sees you as a menace to marry you. Cadence isn’t stupid. And she isn’t desperate. You want to strong arm her into falling for you? You can’t go in blazing hot. You’ve tried that. And it hasn’t worked so far.”
“What do you suggest then?” I snarl, frustrated. I’m not asking for their help in creating a son. It’s simple enough to get her into bed. Every time I so much as touch her, Cadence is ready for me. No matter what she says, she can’t deny the chemistry between us.
But I’m totally lost on how to get her to admit she even has feelings for me.
“Be smart about it. You have a secret weapon.”
Zane bounces up from my bed. “What’s that?”
“Her sister.”
I freeze where I stand, thinking it over.
“Dude.” Zane frowns. “Her sister’s thirteen.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I got what you meant,” I mumble.
Zane’s eyebrows hike. “Oh.Oh.That’s actually not bad.”
“You’re good, Finn.”
He shrugs as if it’s obvious. Cocky bastard.
I pick up the phone and DM Viola.
She responds immediately as if she’d been waiting.
“What did she say?” Zane peers over my shoulder.
“Give me a minute.” My brow wrinkles in concentration. “I asked for her number.”
Clicking on the tab, I dial the number Viola gives me and listen to the phone ring.
Zane edges up against me, sticking his ear to the back of my cell.
Finn sits down with his book, but I can tell he’s tuned in because he hasn’t turned a single page.
There’s a long ring.
Finally, it clicks.
A timid voice says, “Is this… Dutch Cross?”
“Hey, Viola.”