“Did you speak to your father yet?” She hit back at him.
His face tightened.
“I mean, if we’re coming clean and baring all.”
“Not happening, end of story.” He rested the broom carefully against the wall, then walked toward her.
“Coward.”
“Yes, where he is concerned, I am.”
Her heart hurt for him. “Fin—”
“Let’s go.”
“I can walk home, Fin. The fresh air will be n-nice.”
“I’m driving you to your parents’. You’re telling them, and it will be like ripping off a scab, nice and clean. Get it all done in a day.” He grabbed her arm and walked her through the gallery and out the front door. “Lock it.”
“I can drive myself. Seriously, Fin, I don’t want to hold you up any longer.” Maggs fumbled with her keys and managed to jam them in the locks. “Besides, I need to come back here later and get things ready for tomorrow so I can open.”
“The gallery part is fine. You can do the rest tomorrow.” He pulled a woolen hat out of his jacket pocket, then tugged it onto her head. “The cruiser is this way.” He took her arm again.
“Don’t manhandle me!”
“I won’t have to if you move your feet. It’s cold out, and you have wet hair.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you!”
“Think again. Right now, I’m over discussing stuff with you and not getting anywhere, so I’m taking action.”
Maggs snarled at him as he placed his hand on her head and lowered her into his car. She gave up the fight as he ran around the hood and leaped in the driver side. If she made a run for it, he’d just catch her. He turned on the ignition, and soon they were heading out of town.
“I’m a big girl, Fin. I don’t need you forcing me to do this or taking charge.”
“Sure you are, but let’s face it, you’d put off telling your family as long as you could, and that’s wrong too. They should know. I gave you a few days. That time’s up now.”
“I shouldn’t have slept with you.” The words came out fast. “It’s messed everything up, Fin. We need to just forget about it.”
Maggs almost laughed at the words. As if she could forget about him and how’d he’d made her feel, his big body, his scent, and the places he’d taken her to when he’d been inside her.
“It didn’t feel wrong. Nothing that good could be wrong, and no way in hell do I want to forget it.”
She looked away from him and out the window. Maggie had no answer to that, because he was right. It had felt good, more than good.
Chapter27
They’d been greeted with delight when they’d arrived at her parents’ house, and while her mother and father had shot him a few speculative looks when Maggs had said she had something to tell them, they’d simply ushered them inside. Coffee had been made, and then Fin had settled in a chair and waited.
“I have something to tell you,” Maggs said when they were all seated.
“Excellent timing on my part then.” Nash wandered into the room, and sat after a nod at Fin. “You just keep turning up, Ranger.”
“I do, and I’m not going anywhere,” Fin said, smiling through his teeth.
He couldn’t fault the man for being protective of his sister, but Fin was going to be a part of Maggie’s life, and Nash needed to get used to that.
“We’re listening, Tigger,” her father said. “You go on and tell your story now.”
