Is he blushing? Oh God, that’s fucking adorable.
Remembering his hesitancy over the security detail, Finn gentled his tone and leaned in. “Are you sure? It’s really not a problem to set up nighttime surveillance from a van in the driveway.”
It was a problem. Not the van part, they often used surveillance vans based on the needs of the client and they usually had a kitchenette and cot to keep comfortable during the overnight hours. But Finn would be an anxious mess, sitting outside in a van every night thinking about Jaime beinginside.
Warm, in bed. All soft, sleepy, and alone.
Closer!
Get it together.
“I’m sure. If you’re going to be here, I’d rather you not be left outside. The evenings are still chilly,” Jaime sniffed, turning his nose up.
Finn chose not to look too hard at why that tone made him shift where he sat, adjusting the crotch of his pants before he embarrassed himself. “Alright. Thank you.”
Sensing,probably smelling, Finn’s predicament, Silas interjected. “Now that we’ve been introduced to Sam, and with your permission Jaime, Finn and I will begin our security sweep of the main and upper levels. I asked our supervisor to put in a call with Monroe PD to send some cruisers out to block off the road shoulders and driveway, they will be here soon. In the meantime, it’s best we all sit tight. It was nice to meet you, Sam.”
“Likewise. Thank you for looking after my brother.”
Jaime moved back over to the armchair, and with him distracted, Finn gave one last heave and escaped the clutches ofthe too-soft couch. He offered an arm to Silas, and they were both free and moving toward the stairs.
“You’re starting up there?” Jaime asked, voice pitched high in question.
Finn turned back toward him. “Would you prefer we start elsewhere?”
“No, just. Um. Let me clean up my bedroom and bathroom a bit before you go in there. Give me a minute to talk to Sam and then I’ll be up. I haven’t had company in a while. Not that I usually bring company into my bedroom when I do. Or that I have that kind of company at all!” His ears were tipped pink again. “You can start on the two guest rooms to the left of the stairs.”
A chuckle came through the phone speaker, and Jaime glared at the screen and reached for the earbuds sitting on the nearby side table.
Finn chose not to dwell on most of what Jaime had just said, lest he start peppering him with intense and intrusive follow up questions regarding the specifics of who had been in his bedroom andwhy.
“Of course. Let us know if you have any questions.”
He followed Silas up the stairs, and they entered the first door on the left. A slightly more toned-down version of the curated chaos of the living room, the guest room was still cozy, with pictures and a mirror hung above a chest of drawers and a queen sized bed covered in a soft quilt, flanked by two windows overlooking the front yard and driveway. It was a far more comfortable sleeping arrangement than he had on many of their past contracts.
Silas shut the door behind them, and Finn closed the curtains before he turned back toward his brother.
Silas gave him a look. “Alright, when were you going to tell me that not only do you know our client, but you are also clearly panting after him like a lovesick puppy?”
“I am not panting after him like a lovesick puppy.”
Yes, you are.
“Yes, you are.”
Of course Finn wouldn’t be able to hide that from him. While Silas wasn’t his actual brother by birth, they knew each other better than anyone else in the world, and he couldn’t keep a secret from him for long.
Finn sighed and tipped his head back. “Ugh. Fine. Yes, I know him. Sort of. Not really. I don’t know him well. We’ve never actually met before.”
Silas looked confused, so Finn waved his hands around and tried to elaborate. “I know him from the internet. That dating app I was on.”
“The dating app you were on… over a year ago?”
“Yes.”
Silas raised his eyebrows and shot a considering look toward the closed door. “When did you meet up with him?”
Finn shuffled his feet. Right, well, there was no way around this. “We never actually did meet up.”
