Page 70 of Capture The Moment

Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she averted her eyes.

“It’s ok to talk about that too. It happened, Harper, and I don’t have any regrets.”

She wished that she could say the same, but she wasn’t feeling as confident as he was, especially since Trish had shown up.

“Do you?” he asked, continuing to stroke her cheek.

“No,” she admitted with a hesitant smile.

“Like I said before, you’re in charge. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Comfort. That’s what he’d given her last night, along with a lot of other things. She might not feel completely at ease with the situation, but she knew one thing: she didn’t want it to end.

After they’d cleaned up, they moved into the living room and sat next to each other on the couch. Daisy, who seemed more accepting of Finn ever since she’d spent the night at his house, jumped up and squeezed between them, effectively preventing them from getting too close.

Finn laughed as he patted her on the head. “Don’t worry, Petunia. I’ll take good care of your master.”

With one arm draped casually over Harper’s shoulder, he fiddled with a lock of her hair, something she found oddly intimate. Since when had sitting on the couch with this man become such a turn-on? Oh, that’s right. Since she’d seen him naked.

“So, you never said why Trish stopped by,” he said, breaking her out of her lusty fog.

“She came over to apologize for what happened at dinner the other day and to give me her blessing about me dating someone else.”

“Well, that’s a good thing, right?”

Eyebrows raised, she said, “I’m pretty sure she meant Will, but then you showed up looking all handsome and everything.”

Puffing out his chest, Finn smiled wide. “Why, thank you.”

Harper rolled her eyes. “I think it was pretty obvious why you were here.”

“It might have felt that way to you, but maybe Trish thought we really were just having dinner together.”

“Because it’s true?”

“Up to you,” Finn said gruffly.

“Be honest. How do you think Blake’s family would feel if they thought…if they knew…?”

Daisy suddenly hopped off the couch and trotted away, and Finn immediately closed the gap between them. Nestling her head on his shoulder, she peered up at him, entranced by the beauty of his blue eyes.

“If they knew we were together,” he finished for her.

“Are we?”

“What would you call it?”

“We made love once. I don’t know if that counts as together.”

“We made love more than once, and I think it definitely counts.”

Reaching up, she ran a hand over his smooth jaw. “You shaved.”

“Um-hum.”

“Did you do that for me?”

“Maybe.”