I walk up to Finn and rest my head on his arm. At my touch, he slips his arm around my shoulder.
The doorman gives him a card and me a smile. “Welcome to the building, Ms. Morris.”
“Thank you.”
Finn leads me to the elevator and we ride up again to the apartment. Wyatt either isn’t home or is in his room. I’m not brave enough to go looking for him. Dante told me he informed Wyatt about me moving in. So that should be fun when he shows up.
I didn’t bring much. When we walk into the apartment, Dante looks up from the refrigerator. I had a little food that we brought too.
His smile is soft and makes my insides flutter. I don’t know what any of this means. Are we going to do that more? Are we going to do more than that? Or will it all end because Wyatt is here too?
I drop onto their sectional and kick off my shoes. “What next, boss?”
Dante walks into the living room and sits across from me. “You want some lunch?”
Finn sits beside me and grabs my hand, entwining our fingers. My heart skips a beat.
“Lunch sounds good.” My tongue darts out to wet my lips and I meet Dante’s blue eyes. His hair is back in a bun, but it was silky between my fingers last night.
“Where’s Wyatt?” I need to know.
“He didn’t come home last night.” Finn shrugs like it isn’t a big deal.
My heart clenches. Did he go home with a woman? Is that why he isn’t here? Because he’s with her?
He isn’t mine, but it still feels like a knife to the gut.
I lean my head on Finn’s shoulder.
“Will it ever stop hurting?” The words are little more than a breath, but Dante and Finn exchange a glance. I’m messing around with three guys, but there’s still someone I want and can’t have.
Neither of them says a word. What can they say? I’ve known for years that Wyatt doesn’t want me, even as I pursued him recklessly. The only person I was hurting with my obsession was myself. Tears sting the backs of my eyes.
Fuck. “I’m going to go unpack.”
Finn helps me to my feet. I go into Tom’s room and shut the door behind me. A tear escapes and I brush it away. What a fool they must think I am. I’m still not over Wyatt. Even though he’s never been mine.
Maybe I should find a therapist. This isn’t healthy. I don’t understand it, but there’s this pull I can’t seem to shake. I know this obsession isn’t good for me.
I draw in a shaky breath and open my suitcase. Acting on instinct, I put things away, not focusing on anything in particular. Knowing that at any moment Wyatt will come home from his night out.
Will he smell like her? Will he brag to his friends about the woman he went home with? That sounds worse than seeing her come out of Wyatt’s bedroom.
I lie down on the bed and curl into a ball. I can’t go home and I have nowhere else to go. I need my little furball.
Fuck, Peabody!
I’m off the bed and out in the living room in a heartbeat. Finn stands.
“Everything okay?”
“Peabody.” I grab my phone and text the sitter. She responds and lets me know she dropped him off at the townhouse ten minutes ago. My shaking hand covers my mouth.
“What is it?”
“I have to go.” I glance around for my purse. Fuck, did I leave it in Tom’s room?
Finn grabs my shoulders. “What’s wrong, flower?”
