Page 229 of The Valiant Knight
She grabbed her and hugged her. The woman’s joy was infectious.
“Hello, Gabriella! It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Whatever you do, make him wear a rubber. We don’t need little Fineases running around in the world,” she teased.
“Oops. My bad,” she said. “Next time. Maybe. Or not and his dick is anything but small. Just saying.”
Finn laughed.
Yeah, that was his girl.
She could hold her own with Catherine—that was for sure. She’d have to because again, his sisters wereA LOT.
When his sister set her free, Finn tucked his girlfriend under his arm possessively.
“Let’s get some food, troll.”
She snorted.
“Ah, I miss you when I don’t have to smell you,” she said, busting his ass.
Gabby didn’t have siblings, but she’d seen Elizabeth bust Duke’s ass, and Ivan ride hers. It seemed like this was normal.
It was interesting to her, since she had no one to bust.
Or call when her husband hurt her.
Or to ask advice from.
Finn was a lucky man.
They went in, and took a seat. When Finn went to sit by Gabby, Catherine pulled her down to sit by her.
“Oh, no. I get to spend some time with her. I want to make sure you don’t have her brainwashed. She’s too pretty for you. There’s witchcraft afoot or she’s being held against her will. No pretty girls like an ogre like you.”
He snorted.
“It was an offering to Satan,” he joked. “If you need to know the details. I offered up your youth—which explains your face.”
She snorted, and winked at Gabby.
They waited for the waitress, and ordered breakfast. They all got the same thing, minus the haggis.
Apparently, neither liked it, and she was trusting their judgment.
“So, tell me about you,” she said, and when Finn opened his mouth, she pointed. “Not you, Leprechaun. Her. Hush. I have six other sisters to report in to, and this matters that I learn everything on this fact-finding mission.”
Gabby laughed.
Finn was giving his sister the look, and she knew he was silently pleading that he took it easy on her.
Well, she could hold up.
“Now, Gabriella,” she began.
Only, she stopped her.
“You can call me Gabby. Or Gabs. Only my mother calls me Gabriella and only when I’ve done some shit. I think it’s sexy when he says it.”
Catherine laughed.
