“I can work remotely. I’m coming here. Now, I have a question.”
Catherine waited.
“Does he own a computer?”
He actually laughed.
It was a deep, rich, and whiskey warm. He knew why she was asking, and it amused him.
“For?” Catherine asked.
“His porn,” she joked.
Catherine didn’t miss a beat.
“No, he keeps it under his bed with the crusty sock like he did when he was fifteen. It’s disgusting.”
Finn stared at her.
“CATHERINE!”he said, horrified. “There’s no sock! I use tissues like every other man.”
His sister snorted.
“That’s the shade for the blush. See it? Get him to that color for bonus points.”
Gabby laughed.
Only, Catherine didn’t join in all of a sudden, and the look on her face said there was trouble coming. Finn had seen it before.
Finn sat up straight, and went on alert. His sister was staring past him, and she looked pissed.
Like‘punch someone in the face’angry, and it took a lot for his sisters to get angry.
“Oh, I’ll kick her ass,” Catherine said, making Finn turn around.
That’s when his worst nightmare walked through the door. Of course, this was going to happen to him today—on the day he planned on proposing to Gabby.
Rosie.
Was.
Back.
And like the plague, she was going to inflict some damage. She was spoiled, and believed everyone was at her beck and call.
Talk about brainwashing.
She’d convinced him he had been.
“Oh, Jesus,” he said, as the woman headed his way, and she was smiling at him.
Like she hadn’t bailed and stole his cat.
And toaster.
When she sat beside him, she gave him a kiss on the cheek, and took his coffee to have a little sip.
“I was looking for you. My key doesn’t work anymore,” she said.