He ran a hand over it almost self-consciously.“And Scottish.I have never lied to you.”He glanced in her direction with a toothy grin.
Were they any other people, this would be small potatoes.Not some monumental milestone.However, for them, legal birth names werea big deal.Once again, the benign details about relationships landed Fink and Sydney in uncharted territory.
This was normal.When fucking someone, taking them to family Thanksgiving was customary.Unless it was something on the down-low.Considering he asked her to move in with him, she couldn’t pretend this was casual.
Peering at him, she couldn’t keep her curiosity in anymore.The question fell from her lips before she could think better of it.“What are we?”
“What do you mean?”
They absolutely were a “we.”He’d established that a while ago, but she hadn’t quite grasped what that meant.Every time he used that word, her heart fluttered, but she told herself not to get too excited.Two letters weren’t that serious.
She couldn’t say that anymore.
“Us.”She had to come up with a better way to word it, though she thought it was perfectly clear.“If I’m moving in with you, and you’re coming to Thanksgiving dinner…”
“So, you’re going to end your lease?”he asked.
“Yeah.”She waved off his question dismissively.That wasn’t important.
Once again, he smiled wide and brightened the cab of the truck while nodding.“Great.”
“So, we’ll be roommates?”
He peered at her with a quirked brow.
“Murder fuck buddies?”She tried again.
He threw his head back and let loose a hearty laugh.
It tickled her ribs.The nerves that had taken root in her gut for the past few days untangled, slowly evaporating.She loved the sound of his joy.
“What do you want us to be?”he asked.
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Finkwaswellawareof what he wanted them to be, but he wasn’t about to putallhis cards on the table.There was a limit to his vulnerability.He’d opened his sanctuary and had given Sydney his legal name.That was enough for now.
This left the ball inhercourt.He couldn’t call all the shots.This was a partnership.She had a say about things too.What would she do?
They’d come a long way during this short drive.Apparently, she had foolishly thought he intended to drown her.Where had that come from?Had she spoken to AJ?
Fink doubted that.While unlikely, a water burial wasn’t entirely impossible.AJ had access to her phone.They could talk behind Fink’s back.
Nah.
But it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.Though for what purpose?
He’d have to sniff that out later.
For now, he was content with hearing where she felt they stood in the world.What was their relationship status?
Internally, he groaned at himself.He sounded like a teenage kid who had a crush on his best friend.When had he become so goddamn goofy?
When he met Sydney.
She changed his life in ways he never considered imaginable.She brought out a lighter side he didn’t know he had.He’d hang on to her for as long as she’d allow it.
