Page 81 of Making Home with You
And before I can continue he shoots, “It better not involve you and your douchebag boss.”
I smile at him, “Oh, it’s way better.”
I tell Ryan all about my run-in with Andrew’s scorned wife and how she came in brandishing a print out of their bank statement with nearly a million dollars missing.I run the overheard conversation by him trying to gage if he’s thinking the same thing I am.
“Are you thinking he paid off that Eliza chick you’re looking for?”
“I do!”I answer back with far too much enthusiasm.I shouldn’t be this excited about it because it means she went to the authorities and the whole thing was covered up.
When you have money, you can make anything or anyone is this case disappear.That’s what’s wrong with Andrew.He grew up this way, and he doesn’t understand that not everyone can be bought.
“What does Joe think?You hear back from yet?”
“I did, but we’ve been playing phone tag.He called twice today, but I missed the call.Left no voicemails.I called him back and got his voicemail.”
I understand his job well, so I don’t make too much of the fact that he hasn’t gotten back to me, and Ryan adds, “That job is a real bitch.I’m sure he’s busy, but he’ll get back to you.”
I have dinner with Erin and Ryan, and I still haven’t heard back from Joe, and I assume it’s because he hasn’t been able to find anything out.
We chat about Erin’s due date being moved again, with her stressing out about possibly standing up in Beck and Kelsey’s wedding literally nine months pregnant.Their wedding is July fourth and Erin’s due date is now the first week in June.
“I think you’ll be alright,” I assure her.“I can’t imagine the doctor would let you go four weeks after your due date.”Emphasizing the fact that being four weeks past due is a bigger concern than being pregnant at your best friend’s wedding.
“This baby is part Connelly,” Ryan says patting Erin’s cheek, “Stubbornness runs in the family.”
“You realize you’re just as bad, right?”I say to Ryan, giving Erin a smile knowing we both love to gang up on Ryan.“You think you’re ready for this?”I ask, my question bypassing Erin because she’s not the one I’m worried about.“You know you could have a girl and someday she’ll have a boyfriend and you’ll have to deal with all her drama.All the drama you hated growing up with three sisters.”I’m rubbing it in and Erin is laughing and pinching Ryan’s side.
“I know exactly what I’m in for,” Ryan replies.“You two have prepared me for the worst.Bring it on, kid,” Ryan jokes, his hand now on Erin’s belly and she leans in and kisses him.
Every time I see them together it makes me miss Finn, makes me miss just being close to him, having a person who is there no matter what.It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been away from him, a day, a week, an hour, I miss him.
I get up from the table and thank them for dinner once again.
“Sorry, but I’m going back to Finn’s tonight.I guess I’m preparing you for your kid’s teenage years where they use you for food and vanish.”
“It’s all good, Sarah.You have no idea how long I’ve wished that Finn would find someone and to have it be you, is the best case scenario ever,” Erin says, beaming and I’m glad that everyone seems to be happy.
I pull into Finn’s driveway and before I even exit my car, I text him letting him know I’m here.I don’t want another run-in with Carla and he comes out the front door to meet me.
As I’m walking up to him my phone interrupts our reunion and I scramble to fish it out of my purse.
“Hold on a second,” I tell Finn as I walk through the front door, pecking him quickly on the lips.
And when I answer my phone, it’s Joe and he sounds panicked.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Finn
I impatiently wait for Sarah to finish her phone call.Needing something to do, I head into the kitchen and grab a beer while she wanders down to my bedroom for some privacy.I have no idea who she’s talking to but it’s clearly important.
By the time I finish though, she’s still on the phone, so I start hunting through the fridge in a bid to find something to make us for dinner.Eventually, she wanders into the kitchen, off the phone and now changed out of her work clothes.
“Hey, everything alright?”I ask as she slips her arms around my waist.
“Mm hmm,” she murmurs, against my back.
I turn so I can look at her.“You sure?”
