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Might as well make the most of my time in Honeysuckle Harbor.
CHAPTER 16
Finley
The next morning,as I wait for Evan to buzz me into his apartment building, my head is spinning with all the recent conversations I’ve had. Tucker, yesterday at the office, of course. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him, and he made a sexy surprise appearance in my dream last night alongside Evan.
I should have been dreaming about Evan and Christopher, shouldn’t I?
It’s so easy to picture the two of them together. I picked up on their chemistry the very first time I met them and the idea that they couldn’t hold back and kissed in the office? Yeah, that should have fueled some hot dreams. But no, the big, muscly annoying blast from my past had to shove his way into my fantasies too.
It’s those damned big hands.
I shake my head and push all of that to the back of my mind.
I just came from an early breakfast with my dad, where I filled him in on everything. I convinced my dad that I’m actually fine with Evan and Christopher getting together and that I think they’re a great couple. At least that much is the full truth.
I wouldn’t say my dad was happy, but he accepted it and said he appreciated the heads up before he got a call from Charles or Mary Grace. He’ll “handle it.” Whatever that means.
Of course, Dad is a little disappointed. I guess that Evan won’t be joining the family, but also that I, once again, have a messy situation on my hands. But nothing new there.
“Good morning,” Evan says into the little speaker.
I asked him last night if I could stop over on my way into work. I’d really love to talk this out in person and see how he’d like me to handle things at the office.
“Morning.”
“Come on up.” The door buzzes and I pull it open.
Evan’s apartment door is already open when I get there. He’s leaning against the doorjamb casually, a cup of coffee in one hand, a huge grin on his face. He looks amazing.
He’s wearing loose sleep pants that tie in the front but settle low on his hips, exposing the delicious V that I dragged my tongue over several times just two nights ago. He’s also shirtless.
I stop and run my gaze over him slowly. “Dang, getting fired looks good on you.”
He laughs. “Do you want a coffee?”
“Better not. I’ve already had two cups. I talked to my dad this morning.”
Evan straightens and gives me a concerned look. “Are you okay? How’d it go?”
I shrug. I feel okay.
I feel the way I often do after interacting with my family.
I feel like a bit of a disappointment. I feel like I fell short somehow. But I also feel like I wish my family would just let me be me and say things like, “As long as you’re safe and happy, we’re happy,” “We’re proud of who you are as a person.”
I won’t deny to myself that sometimes I wish I could just do things the way my family wants me to do them. Grow up, go tocollege,pass the fucking bar, get a good job, find a nice guy, settle down in a relationship that’s happy and normal—whatever that means.
But mostly, I’m okay, because the conversation went the way I expected it to go.
“My dad expects me to be messy, so it’s fine.”
Evan frowns. “What’s that mean?”
“It means that I told my dad that you and I aren’t really that serious and I’ve known you and Christopher have feelings for each other so I’m not really shocked or even that hurt. That we’re still friends. And that this is all fine because I’m leaving in July, anyway.”
“And that’s messy,” Evan concludes.
