An incoming text buzzed on Finn’s phone. Rory.Got the samples in. 8 still work for y’all?
Finn typed out a quick reply in the affirmative as he walked out of his bedroom. Drew sat on the couch, typing away on his laptop.
“Rory’s comin’ by at eight to show us materials or whatever.” Finn bypassed him and headed straight for the kitchen to throw together a sandwich. “If we still plan to have the soft opening right around the Fourth of July parade, we need to get our asses in gear pickin’ out this shit.”
Drew grunted. “We’d be a helluva lot further if Dick would stop with all the damn roadblocks.”
He wasn’t wrong. Every single one of them had about had it with the mayor. “Luckily, we’ve got Nash on our side. That guy can find his way out of any bit of trouble.”
“Trouble in the form of an asshole mayor with a grudge. If Dick had it his way, we’d have been long gone by now.”
Finn didn’t have to look up to know Drew was staring in his direction; he could feel it. There’d been an unspoken agreement to leave the wholewhen are we leavingconversation alone. And while Finn had made the decision that it’d take an act of God to get him to leave again, he hadn’t exactly filled his twin in on it. Though, with the connection they shared, Finn would be surprised if Drew didn’t already know, or at least have an idea of what was coming.
“Luckily Dick doesn’t always get his way.” He finished off his sandwich in four bites. “I’m gonna call Willow—see if she wants to come over.”
Drew narrowed his eyes as Finn strolled back toward his bedroom. “Tell me one thing.”
“Yeah.”
“Do I need to start figuring out how to get Momma and all our shit back here?”
Finn could lie to his brother, pretend he hadn’t already made up his mind. But what was the point? Drew would see through it in a heartbeat. Besides, they’d made it a point their whole lives to cut the bullshit and just go with the truth. “Probably.”
Drew hummed low in his throat, as if he wasn’t at all surprised. “Good thing I already got started, then, huh?”
“Knew I kept you around for a reason.” Finn smiled at the back of Drew’s head, then continued on to his room. A weight had been lifted off his chest now that his brother knew his plans. And though they’d never been more than ten miles apart their whole lives, he couldn’t deny how relieved he was to know Drew would move back to Havenbrook simply on Finn’s desire to do so. His brother could be a real pain in his ass some days, but the truth was Finn would be lost without him.
Once in his room, Finn dropped onto his bed, crooking his arm beneath his head as he dialed Willow’s number.
After three rings, she finally picked up. “This is Willow.”
He dropped his voice, letting it come out as a low rumble. “What’re you wearing?”
She gasped then covered it with a cough. “What can I help you with, Miss Mable?”
“Miss Mable, huh? Last time I checked, my dick was still attached.”
“I…I’m certain that’s true.”
He smiled at her overly formal tone, something she definitely never used with him. “You got someone with you right now?”
“That’s right.”
“Hmmm…” Finn’s smile grew. “This could be fun.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“No? Is it your daddy right there next to you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He chuckled low. She’d be pissed as hell at him for this, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. “Hey, sweetness. You remember the other night when you rode me in the cab of my pickup because you couldn’t wait to get to my place? Just straddled me right there and slid me nice and deep…”
Her breath hitched, loud enough that he caught it through the phone. “I…may recall that.”
He reached down and cupped himself through his jeans, rubbing his hand over his hardening cock. “Mmm…then you probably remember how you came all over me too, huh? Shuddered and shook and groaned right into my mouth while your pussy squeezed the life outta my cock.”
Her breaths panted into the phone before she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, Miss Mable, but I’m going to have to get back to you on that.”
