“My pleasure.”
Oh shit—this is not going to end well.
Chapter Fifteen
Ulysses
Itapped my pen on my desk. As much as I was all about the technology, I often wrote things out by hand. Especially when I was trying to piece something out in my mind. Finally, I grabbed my phone and hit Finn’s number.
“Yes?” Said on a yawn.
“Crap.” I winced. “I thought you were off.”
“I am.” Another yawn. “And I shouldn’t be napping, so it’s a good thing you called.”
I wanted to call bullshit on that, but it wasn’t for me to say one way or the other. “How are you?”
“Tired. We’ve had a couple of major calls and a bunch of small ones in the last few days. I’m also not sleeping well. But that happens from time to time.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Nothing to talk about. How come you called?”
“Well, uh…can I ask you out to dinner?”
“Is thisa real date or a business date?”
“Business.”
“Oh…okay.”
Does he sound disappointed…or is that my imagination?
“Well, good. Just so you know, I don’t put out on the first date. So if we ever have one of them, don’t expect it to end up in the bedroom.”
And apparently Finn was as good as his word. We had abusiness dateat, of all places, Subway. Then we wound up in his bed.
Again.
In a tangle of sweaty bodies, and harsh breaths, he scratched my scalp. “You’re really talented at that.”
I chuckled. “I’ve had some practice.”
“Not celibate all these years?”
“Uh…no. Perhaps less sex recently, though.”
“Less than the two of us fucking like rabbits?”
I chuckled. “That wasn’t what I meant.”Jesus, how do I say this?“I meant less since moving to Mission City.”
He stilled—his fingers resting on my scalp. “Like how muchless?”
Fuck it. “Like I haven’t had sex with anyone except you sincethatnight.”
“Thatnight?” He sounded confused. “Oh, you mean after the fire?”
“Nope.”
