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He ushers me into the house, taking my laptop bag from me and setting it down on the floor by the kitchen table.
Finn paces the room, running his hand through his hair over and over, but I stop him, wrapping my arms around his waist, I press my body against him.He’s struggling and I don’t know why, but I need him to talk to me.
“What’s going on?”I murmur, my voice quiet as I run my hands up and down his back.I feel him rest his chin on my head and let out a slow breath of air.
“Something happened with Carla today, but I don’t want to you to worry about it.”
I pull back from him before he can continue, and I feel his racing pulse when I run my hands along his neck and up to his cheeks.Taking his face in my hands I silently implore him to continue.
“She broke into my house, but again, don’t worry.,” he says, as I gasp out loud, and it doesn’t matter how many times he tells me not to worry; I’m fucking worried.“I’ve contacted the guy who’s investigating everything and it’s in his hands now.”
I pull Finn closer, until I’m practically climbing his body.This is so out of control it’s not even funny.Right now what’s happening at work has nothing on this.This fucking woman has violated Finn’s privacy, something he values above everything.She’s come into his home… And that’s when my thoughts come to a screeching halt.
“What did she do?”I ask, fearful of his answer.My imagination runs rampant as I picture her in his bed, her stealing anything she could get her hands on, trashing his house.Whatever she felt would get his attention.
“Not much,” he replies, shaking his head.“She broke in through the back door.Used a rock or something to bust the window and then unlocked the door and let herself in.”
He hasn’t answered my question.He’s talking around it, giving me the logistics because he thinks I’ll forget that I asked what she did.I don’t fucking care how she got in here.My concern is for Finn and how much this is fucking with him.
Again he pulls a hand through his hair and takes my face in his calloused strong hands as he kisses me hard.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he whispers in my ear, his hands now wrapped around my head pulling me as close to him as we can get.“She…” he starts, swallowing hard as he struggles to continue.His breathing growing more rapid as the seconds float by with neither of us speaking.“She went after you.She trashed your stuff,” Finn finally breathes out and the grip he has on me tightens.
While his words startle me, it’s the relief I feel that has a bigger impact.
Finn is safe.
I couldn’t give a shit about my clothes or my bathroom products or anything else for that matter.As long as she didn’t go after Finn and his privacy, his quiet life that he has built for himself here in Rockport, things will be okay.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Finn
Sarah says nothing as her arms tighten around me, pulling me closer.I’m struggling to stay in control; pissed off at everything that has happened and scared of Sarah’s reaction to it all.
Why the hell would she stick around with all of this shit going on?How could she possibly want to stay involved with me when I have a fucking crazy person coming after me, coming after her, for fuck’s sake?
“I’m so sorry,” I repeat knowing no amount of apologizing is going to make this any better.
“Finn,” she says, pulling back a little.She stares up at me, a small smile on her face as she brushes a hand across my cheek.I feel myself leaning into her touch.“It’s okay,” she whispers.“Truly, I couldn’t give a shit about my things,” she continues.“It’s just stuff, stuff that can be replaced.What I do care about is you.How this is affecting you.”
My heart pounds in my chest at her words, my brain barely processing what she’s telling me.“Fuck, Sarah,” I say as I haul her against me, kissing her hard and deep.
She moans into my mouth and I deepen the kiss even more, needing to be close to her, needing to show her how sorry I am that all of this shit is happening to us.
I feel her hands slide lower to the bottom of my sweater, where she grabs the hem, yanking it up my body and over my head, her mouth returning quickly to mine before I have a chance to say anything.
My hands find the bottom of her shirt, tugging it from the pants she’s wearing.I want to rip it from her body, tear it open, but I don’t, forcing myself to undo the buttons carefully, knowing the last thing she needs is another destroyed piece of clothing.
I eventually get it undone, the soft material falling to the floor at our feet.I slide my hands down her back, her skin soft beneath my fingers.Sarah pushes herself closer, her breasts against my chest as I slide my hands under her ass and pick her up.
She wraps her legs around my waist as I walk us out of the kitchen and down to the bedroom.Thankfully I had time to change the sheets and clean up the worst of the mess before she came home.The last thing I want to do is be with her like this in a room that’s been tainted by Carla’s presence.
Inside my room, I lower her to the floor, my hands immediately fumbling with the belt at her waist even as she hungrily shoves my sweats down my hips.When both of us are finally naked, I drop to my knees in front of her, my lips pressed against her stomach.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper against her soft, warm skin.
“Hey,” she says, her hands cupping my face as she tilts it so I’m looking at her.“It’s okay,” she whispers.
