Page 21 of Making Home with You
And while I might have been serious about telling Ryan about the two of us, announcing that I intend to spend the night fucking his sister while she’s wearing nothing but those red shoes is probably not the best strategy.
Reluctantly, I say my goodbyes, lingering a little too long as I kiss Sarah on the cheek, my hand invariably sliding around her waist.When I pull back, I catch Erin smirking at me and I know I have to get the hell out of there before I do something really stupid.
Before I’ve even started the car, my phone is chiming out with a text.
Sarah: I can try and sneak out.
Me: No, don’t want you walking in the dark.What are you doing tomorrow?
Sarah: nothing.
Me: Tell them you’re going shopping and come over.Bring the shoes.
Sarah: clever boy
I grin as I throw my phone on the passenger seat and reverse out of the drive.My phone chimes out again as I drive down the street and I risk a look.
Sarah: I’ll dream about all the things you’re going to do to me tomorrow…
I can’t stop the grin, as I start to imagine exactly what all of those things might be.I wave at Beck and Kelsey as we turn in opposite directions, but before I continue on, I fire back a quick text.
Me: clear your schedule babe, you’re going to be busy ;)
The next morning, I wake early.I’ve got no idea what time Sarah’s planning on coming over and I know a lot of it’s going to depend on how and when she can get out of the house.To kill some time, I figure I’ll go work on my project, so I pull on some old jeans and a worn sweater, leave her a note on my front door and head into the garage and my workshop at the back.
It’s not exactly warm back here, so I turn on the space heater, warming my hands on the mug of coffee I brought in while I wait for the room to warm up.Eventually it’s not too bad, so I switch on the radio and start working.
“Hey,” comes the voice I’ve been waiting all morning to hear.
I turn, see Sarah standing just inside the side door to my garage, a grin on her face and those amazing red shoes dangling from her fingers.
“Hey,” I reply, smiling as she starts to walk over to me.
“What’s all this?”she asks, gesturing toward me with the shoes.
My smile widens as she stops in front of me and I lean down to press a kiss to her lips.“Just something I’ve been working on.”
“You made this,” she asks, running a hand over the top of the large wooden chest.
“Yep.”
Sarah looks up at me, her eyes wide as though she’s surprised.“What’s it for?”she asks.
“It’s a present for Erin and Ryan’s baby,” I say, shrugging as I put my chisel on the nearby work bench.“When it’s born.”
“Oh my god,” she whispers, her eyes roaming over the carvings I’ve been working on.“This is incredible.”
I watch as she takes it all in, turning now to the back wall and all the other pieces I have in various stages of completion.
“Oh wow, is that a bench seat?”she asks, pointing to the large chair.“Holy shit, it’s for Beck and Kelsey?”she adds, her fingers tracing the large B&K I’ve carved into the headrest.
“A wedding present,” I tell her, watching as she walks back over, placing the shoes on my workbench.
“Holy shit, Finn,” she whispers, staring up at me.“These are amazing,” she adds, waving her hand over the space.“I mean really amazing.”
“Thanks,” I say, nodding.
“I mean,” she adds, a cheeky grin on her face now.“I always knew you were good with your hands, but shit.”
