The door to the bathroom opened, steam billowing out from behind her. “I left the water on for you.”
I plugged my phone back into the charger and traded places with her, sinking under the warm side of tepid shower. Neither of us had said a word about how quiet the bedroom had been since we got home, neither of us talked about how wrong it felt to be in a space that we’d spent so much time carefully curating to our own likes without Finn also being there. But when I finished my shower and found Sophie dressed for work and staring at her reflection in the mirror on our dresser, I knew she felt it.
“We can’t ask him to move in,” I said, shoving my legs into clean underwear. “You’ve seen his house. It’s as much him as this place is ours.”
“I know,” she agreed. “But there has to be something.”
“We could do it all again,” I suggested, even though the idea of starting home renovations with an interior designerandthe brother of two architects terrified me more than admitting I was in love with two people at the same time.
Sophie drew in a deep breath, chest inflating. She held it, counted to herself, and I counted alongside her. She exhaled, shoulders sagging, and I did up the belt on my pants.
“We’ll figure something out,” she announced.
I went to her, brushed her hair over one shoulder, and kissed the side of her neck, catching her stare in the reflection.
“We always do.”
CHAPTER 32
SOPHIE
“You look distracted.”
I glanced up from my computer to find the receptionist, Sarah, standing in my doorway. She had a stack of design briefs in her arms and a claw clip in her shining blonde hair.
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re staring at a blank computer screen.”
I glanced at my computer to find the screen was, in fact, off. With a nervous laugh, I swiped my finger across the mousepad until it came back to life.
“I’m fine,” I told her.
“Wedding planning can be stressful,” she said, and I gave her a smile. Wedding planning was the least of my stress, at least it had been until my fiancé and I fell in love with someone else. Finn’s presence in our lives was certainly more of a complication than we’d been expecting.
“I got married last year. If you need help with anything, let me know.”
“I appreciate that.”
She licked her lips and angled her head to the side. “In the meantime, you have two visitors in the lobby.”
I raised a brow. I didn’t have any meetings until later in the afternoon, which was a relief since I’d apparently been staring at a blank screen for God knew how long.
“Two?”
“Daniel Boyd plus one.”
“They’re friends,” I said quickly, unable to hide the grimace. “I mean, Daniel obviously is not a friend. But he’s friends with Finn. The plus one.”
“They looked friendly,” Sara agreed. “Should I send them back?”
“Please, yes.” I set to tidying the mess I’d made of my desk, half of it wedding ideas and half of it expansions on the project I’d started with Marshall.
“I’m going to head out for lunch then. Normally I’d ask if you wanted anything, but they have food with them and I don’t think you’re the kind of woman who would marry a man that only brought food for himself.”
“I’m not.” I nodded. “Have a good lunch.”
Two minutes later, Finn and Daniel were in my office, a platter of tacos that could have fed an army steaming the scent of marinated pork into the air. Daniel had closed the door behind him and drawn the blinds, and he and Finn sat down expectantly in the chairs opposite mine.