“Ah, flower, when do the folks get home?” His green eyes linger on me.
Fuck. “Not until late. You can go now.”
He glances at his phone screen and then sets it aside. “I can wait.”
Chapter 4
Unearned Interest
Finn
Sara’s face is flushed and her pupils are dilated. She’s turned on and it’s hot. And when she glares at me, I feel all the heat left to swelter in her body untapped. Drew just left my girl high and dry.
“You can leave. I’m fine.” She stacks plates and heads into the kitchen.
Tom has a theory about his sister that I don’t agree with. Especially when Tom’s sister looks like my flower. I’ve held back for years, watching her pine over Wyatt, but catching flashes of heat from her when she looks at me.
The dishes clatter in the kitchen. I could leave right now and everything would stay the same. Tom will still be missing. Dante will block Sara from getting to Wyatt. Wyatt will try to ignore the feelings he has for Sara. And I’ll flirt with her and she’ll turn me down out of misplaced loyalty to Wyatt.
Or...
Drew stirred the pot and now my flower needs more. I’m here. She’s here. It can’t hurt to take a taste. It might go against the bro code, but Wyatt will never do anything about that longing between them. He doesn’t want to lose Tom as a friend.
But fuck, what they don’t know won’t hurt them. I down the rest of the whiskey Drew and I were sharing and walk into the kitchen.
“What’s wrong, flower?” I lean in the doorway and watch her load the dishwasher.
“I was on a date.” She points a knife at me and her green eyes flash. I figured my late entrance would anger her, but it gave me a chance to check on her and check out the guy she’s dating.
I shrug. “He left because he’s got somewhere else to be.”
Something on his phone pulled him away. Personally, if I were him, I would’ve waited me out.
“Maybe he would have stayed if you hadn’t shown up.” She pushes the knife into the dishwasher forcefully.
Ouch. I hope she isn’t thinking that’s me she’s jabbing the knife into.
“How about a peace offering?” I quirk a smile her way.
She narrows her eyes. “What are you talking about? Why are you even here? I’m a grown adult. I can be alone without needing pretty boys coming and checking on me.”
She gestures toward me before slamming the dishwasher shut. She breezes past to get back to the dining room. Her orange scent lingers in the air, driving me fucking insane.
From the time she turned sixteen, she’s been able to get under all our skin. The bikinis she wore in the summer to draw our attention. The cute little dresses. The sweets she made us. Watching her eat fucking ice cream cones was exquisite torture.
“Sara, did your gentleman caller leave you high and dry? Or maybe horny and wet?”
Her eyes narrow as she sets the cake back on the table. There’s a moment of indecision, but then it’s gone and she looks determined. Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s riled up.
“Frustrated. That’s how he left me, Finn.” She crosses her arms and glares at me. “Obviously, you aren’t going to help with the problem.”
Oh, flower. I almost shake my head. A challenge like that I’m not likely to refuse.
I stride her way and her eyes widen as she backs away from me until she’s against the wall. I close in on her and press my body into her soft curves, tipping her chin up. Her lips are parted and her startled eyes search mine.
“Feeling needy, flower.” I trace her lower lip with my thumb. She whimpers. “I know my way around a woman’s body.” My gaze falls to her lips. “Since I ran off your suitor, maybe I should give you what you need.”
Her warm breath coats my thumb. Her voice is low when she says, “What do I need?”
