Page 76 of Making Home with You
“Carla,” I mutter out, her sickening smelling perfume still lingering in the air, “she was just here.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Finn
I feel like my head is about to explode, like actually blow right open here on the sidewalk as a surge of anger consumes me.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter as I pull Sarah into my arms.“I’m so sorry,” I say, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.“Are you okay?”I ask, even though it’s a stupid question because I can literally feel her shaking in my arms.It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to march over to Carla’s house right now and sort this shit out once and for all.
“Come on, let’s get you inside,” I say, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and turning us toward the front door.
Inside, I don’t let go of Sarah, steering her to the bathroom where I immediately start a hot bath.As the tub fills, Sarah takes a deep breath, shaking her hands as she starts to calm down.
“Do you need a drink?”I ask.
She nods.“Yeah, thanks.”
I press a quick kiss to her forehead before walking back to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses and returning to the bathroom.Sarah’s sitting on the edge of the tub now, no longer shaking as she slips off her shoes.
“Thank you,” she says, offering a small smile as she takes the glass I hand her.
I pour us both a generous amount of liquid and we sip our drinks in silence while the water continues to run.When the tub is finally full, Sarah turns off the faucet, undresses and hops in.
“Join me?”she says, staring up at me.
It’s not exactly big enough for the both of us, but in this minute, I don’t care.Nodding once, I pull off my clothes, stepping out of the bathroom only to lock up my gun and cuffs, even though in this moment a part of me wonders if maybe it isn’t smarter to keep the gun with me.
Then I join Sarah in the tub, sitting opposite her before I pull her over and between my legs, her back resting against my chest.
“This is getting serious,” she eventually says, letting out a long breath as she sinks against me.
I push a hand through my hair, take a sip of whiskey.“Yeah,” I agree.“And I’m definitely going to report this latest incident.”
“Do you think you should?”she asks, leaning back so she can meet my stare.
I nod.“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I say.“This is harassment, Sarah, plain and simple.It’s one thing to come after me with her bullshit, but not you.Never you.I will not tolerate it and I sure as shit will not let her get away with it either.”
Sarah smiles at me as she reaches up and brushes my cheek with her hand.
“What?”I ask, confused.
“You’re so sweet to me,” she whispers.“Thank you.”
I lean down and kiss her.“I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Sarah, okay?I need you to believe that.”
“I do, Finn,” she says immediately.“I trust you.”
I nod, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.“Can you tell me what she said to you?”
Sarah takes a deep breath, her eyes leaving mine as she stares into her drink, her hand swirling the glass and the amber liquid inside it.“A lot of what she said was nonsense,” she eventually says.“Rambling statements that didn’t really form anything coherent.She did tell me that you were mine though, that even though she was your ex, she was still giving you to me.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as I wonder just how delusional this woman is.Maybe I’ve been wrong about her, maybe this is more than just some weird obsession built off one encounter back in high school.
“I think what scared me most though,” she continues, once more leaning back so she’s looking up at me.“Is that she knew where you were tonight, knew you were working late.”Sarah puts her drink on the ledge around the bath and turns now, so she’s facing me, lying on top of my body.“I mean I wouldn’t normally be afraid of someone standing in front of me spewing random shit,” she continues.“But there was just something about her, something unhinged that had me scared to be alone with her.”
I put my glass beside Sarah’s and wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer so I can press a soft kiss to her lips.“I’m going to take care of this Sarah, I promise you,” I tell her, my words serious.
“I know you will,” she says, smiling.
