“And that turn,” he says, scooping Olive out of my hold and plopping her on the couch, “is going to comeafterwe eat popcorn and drink your delicious cocktails and watch this boring documentary.”
I open my mouth to remind him history isn’t boring. Again.
He kisses me until I forget every thought in my head.
“Come cuddle on the couch with me, Stitch,” he murmurs, “I want you in my arms.”
Twenty-Four
Rhodes
“Why areyou taking Finn on a date, Daddy?” Chloe asks, her legs swinging back and forth.
And bumping into my seat with every kick.
“Because I like her.”
“Oh.” She pauses, considers that as we pull into Chrissy’s driveway. “I like Finn too. Should I take her on a date?”
A Mommy-Daughter date.
Like Anna used to always talk about.
My heart pulses with pain and I hold on to that blip of hurt. Accept it. Then I?—
Releaseit.
“Yeah, I bet Finn would like that a whole lot.”
“Maybe we’ll get our nails painted something pretty.”
“You mean paintedpink.”
“Yup,” she says with a pop of the p.
I chuckle, put the car into park, and turn off the ignition.
“Where are your taking her onyourdate, Daddy?” she asks as I open her door and wait for her to hop down.
“Ice skating.”
“Iloveice skating.”
“I know.” I snag her bag from the back seat. “Maybe once Finn learns, we can all go.”
“Yay!” She runs up to the front door and Chrissy is there, sweeping it open before Chloe can knock.
The next few minutes are spent being given shit by King—who just “happened to drop by”—and being questioned on the manner of all things romance by Rory and then being let off the hook by Rome.
(Chrissy was commandeered by Chloe to “meet the kitties” almost immediately.)
I drive back to the house, walk into the kitchen, and?—
Feel my mouth drop open.
“Wow,” I breathe.
Finn is…
