Finn’s brows shoot up. “Wow, that’s basically meeting the parents.”
I nod my head. “I know.”
“So… you guys dating?”
“Fuck if I know.” I scratch my jaw. “We haven’t talked about it. Honestly, the whole reason we started hanging out was because he was letting me use his washer.”
“Oh, I see, our washer was only good enough for you until a hotter model rolled in,” Finn says, scandalized. “What’s it got thatwe don’t? Extra steam cycle?” He cocks his head. “I bet it gives blow jobs. We cannot compete with blow jobs.”
I shove him, laughing. “I figured you and Spencer could use your machine back without me constantly hogging it. And I was always worried I’d wake Mazie.”
“Please,” he snorts. “That kid could sleep through a marching band.”
“It’s not… look, Dom’s just… easy to be around. He makes space for me. I guess maybe I subconsciously saw an opening and went for it. He’s the only person who can make laundry feel like a date.” I turn to face Finn. “He’s been letting me in,” I say. “Like, actually talking. Not the charming, deflecting thing. The real stuff. He talked about his dad for the first time. He didn’t tell me everything, but he told me some. And I know this sounds weird, but I feel like he let me in physically.” It’s very hard to describe that without giving TMI.
Finn’s smile softens. “Uh-huh. Sounds like more than a washer situation.”
Ringing my hands out, I shrug. “Maybe.”
“Then maybe ask him where he stands in all of this. Where his head is at,” he says. “Worst case, you go back to mooching off our spin cycle.”
I huff a laugh. “I knew you’d miss me.”
“Not as much as Mazie misses the chocolate you sneak her.” He winks. “But close.”
Gasp! I’ve been caught.
My phone vibrates. It takes considerable exertion to reach into my pocket and retrieve it while on the world’s largest couch.
I finally get it in my hands… Victory.
DOM appears on the screen in all caps. When I swipe, his voice is deep and grumbly. “Beckett?” Mmmmm, my favorite.
“Good evening, sir,” I say.
He sighs, and I hold in a laugh. “So, how is your night of musicals going?”
“Did you know,” I ask around a hiccup. “That you can turn ‘Mamma Mia’ into a drinking game? Spandex equals shots.”
“How many shots have you had? And are you staying hydrated with water?”
“Relax, Officer Safety. It’s not like I have far to drive.”
“Beckett,” he warns, and yeah, there’s that protective growl that goes straight down my spine and takes up residence in my dick. “Put Finn on.”
I grin. “You want to speak to my supervisor? Sir, I’m twenty-seven and my GPA was excellent. Well, not excellent. Probably not even good if I’m telling the truth. I was never very good at school.”
“Beckett.”
“Fine, hydrating as we speak. I even ate some carbs. Is pizza carbs?” I yell to no one in particular.
He hums, satisfied but still bossy. “Good, now put Finn on.”
“God you’re bossy,” I tease, smiling into the phone.
Lovesick puppy, party of one. I mean… not… not lovesick, that would be foolish. “If you miss me, just say you miss me.”
Dom’s quiet on the other end of the phone. I freeze. Shit, why did I just say that? I’m sure he doesn’t miss me. Why, in my buzzed state, do I think that everyone misses me?
