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Saved by the Evans clan.
Chapter Eighteen
Haylee
It was almosttwo in the morning. Aunt Meryl had gone to bed hours ago. Luckily, I didn’t have a lesson until three o’clock the next afternoon because I couldn’t sleep a wink.
After rolling over and over in bed for an hour and a half, I finally gave up and tossed the covers aside. Grabbing Freckles, I tiptoed quietly down the stairs.
It was times like this that I really wished I had a few friends here in Maple Grove. It was pretty lonely here most days. Except when I hung out with Finn. But he wasn’t exactly a friend. More like a frenemy.
A Finnemy.
I wish I knew Enzo and Addy better… but even so, Addy was probably still working at the bar. And Enzo, well, I definitely didn’t know her well enough to send a message via social media and invite her over for a late-night hang out session.
I stared at my phone and finally decided to text Ben, hoping that he was maybe awake. Unsurprisingly, there was no answer.
I tossed a bag of popcorn into the microwave and hit the start button.
Several of Meryl’s dogs woke up and stretched, like they were surprised to see someone up and about at this late hour. Aunt Meryl was a firecracker, but she was still a woman in her sixties. And she went to bed by ten thirty at thelatestevery night.
I reached down and scratched Birdie behind the ears as she nudged her big head against my thigh.
I opened up Facebook and scrolled through some posts as my mind wandered to Finn.
I had his number, but it would be totally inappropriate to text him. Especially at two in the morning when I had a boyfriend.
But I couldn’t help the curiosity I felt about him. My heart thudded in my chest as I typed Finn’s name into the search bar.
Just a peek, I told myself. There wasn’t anything wrong with some light Facebook stalking, right?
I smiled at some cute photos of him and his sister. One of him and Liam baking at Beefcakes. Another picture looked like he was at a party with a bunch of guys.
No pictures with any women other than Enzo and Addy.
No girlfriends tagging him.
He really was terrified of commitment, it seemed.
I remembered Maisie saying that she’d wanted to see a recent photo of Finn, so I took a quick screenshot of one of his pictures and forwarded it to her.
I can’t sleep and I’ve been Facebook stalking him. Please tell me he’s not as hot as I think. Tell me I’m being crazy. Tell me I shouldn’t want him as much as I do and that I definitely shouldn’t be lying in bed, trying not to touch myself as I stare at his Facebook photos.
Nothing. No response.
Damn. She must really be asleep to not respond to a potential masturbation text from me.
I went back to Facebook and opened up the messenger bubble of his name. I remembered years ago he had sent me a few messages in Facebook, but I’d closed out of them without even answering.
Finn Evans:
June 28, 2015
Haylee, I think this is your profile. Your account is set to private and your profile picture is Sutton Foster… which feels like something you would do. So I hope I’m right. There’s a surprising amount of Haylee Rogers living in the New York area. I just wanted to touch base. See how you liked the meteor shower. I liked meeting you. I hope we see each other again.
Finn Evans:
September 14, 2015
