Page 69 of Finn Rhodes Forever

“Oh, uh.” Jackson rubbed the bridge of his nose, thinking. “Little Timmy something.”

“Yes!” Shannon lit up. “Little Timmy Trashrat.”

“I don’t know that one.” Finn cocked his head. “Sing it for us?”

I closed my eyes and fought the urge to sink under the table.

“Little Timmy Trashraaaat,” Shannon sang and Jackson joined in, slapping the table to create a beat. Half the restaurant was staring at us. “Timmy loves to forage through trash,” she sang in falsetto. She closed her eyes, swaying. “He visits at night and the bins go—” She pointed at me, waiting.

I shook my head. “I don’t know this one.” It wasn’t even about camping.

“Crash!” she finished before they sang the rest of the song about a racoon who ate garbage, three more verses. She drew out the last few notes then bowed in her seat to Finn’s applause. My face was burning red.

Jackson looped an arm around Shannon’s waist and dragged her closer. “God, Shan, you’re so fucking hot when you sing,” he growled.

She shot him a sexy smirk, narrowing her eyes. “Behave and you’ll get to hear more.”

He bit the air in front of her face. “I’m going to spank you for being a bad girl.”

Uh.

“Do it. Do it now,” she snarled.

My eyebrows shot up to my hairline. Were they this weird with everyone?

“I will,” Jackson said, chomping at the air. “God, you’re so sexy.” He leaned in to sniff her neck and she moaned loudly. He whispered something in her ear and her eyelids drooped.

Jackson sat back in his chair and slugged back half his wine while Shannon fanned herself. Her chair scraped as she stood quickly. “I’ll be right back. I have to use the ladies’ room.” She widened her eyes meaningfully at Jackson, who wiggled his eyebrows at her.

I sucked in a breath. Noooooooooo. Not here.

Shannon disappeared to use the washroom and Jackson’s eyes followed her. I could see him mouthingeight, nine, tenbefore he stood.

“I need to use the washroom as well,” he informed us before he followed his wife.

“You think he’s checking her labia?” Finn asked, and I guzzled half my glass of wine.

“You say that like you even know what the labia are.”

He snorted. “You say that like I didn’t make you come twice that night.”

A shimmer of lust hit me between my legs and I sucked in a deep breath, ignoring the heat. “Whatever.”

“Mhm. Whatever.” His voice teased me but I refused to look at him.

“When our food arrives, let’s eat as fast as possible so we can go home.”

He pulled my chair closer to his and looped his arm around my shoulder. “Go home, huh? You got something planned after this?” His breath tickled my ear.

“You know what I meant. The bar. Where we both live.”

“Come over for dinner tomorrow.”

I turned to meet his gaze and his sincerity struck me right in the chest.

“Come on,” he whispered, winking. “No weird poo emoji t-shirt, no ugly bag dress, just you and me eating dinner. I’ll put a movie on and we can hang out. You don’t even have to check my feet for fungus.”

My mouth curved up against my will. “Promise?”

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