We turned a corner, Daniel’s office in sight.
“I don’t know a single thing about Andrew,” I said. “I mean, I do, but not about his dating life. The four of us were raisedmostly together. Andrew only found us after his mother died last year.”
Daniel dragged me to a stop, pushing my back against the wall of a building and easing us both into the small sliver of shade mid-day allowed.
“You sound so normal about this.”
I danced my fingertips across the angle of his cheek, down the curve of his jaw.
“I don’t know how to be anything other than what I am,” I told him. “My name is Finn Covington. I work in finance and I hate it. I’ve lived in Los Angeles my entire life. I like whiskey, I like the way you make nachos. I’m selfish, and I’m very much in love with you and your fiancé.”
Daniel swallowed hard and nodded.
“I’m also very much in love with you and my fiancé.”
“She’s a sight in her dress, Daniel,” I rasped, bumping the back of my head against the wall behind me.
Daniel groaned, grabbing my hips with both hands and thrusting our bodies together. I was too sensitive, too emotional from the events of the day, and there was no way for me to stifle the groan that fell out of my mouth when I felt the heat of him against my thigh.
“Did you really fuck her in it?”
“I fucked her and I fucked her well. I had to put my fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet.” I lifted my hand between us, showing him the two fingers in question.
He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.
I didn’t want him to try. I didn’t know if I was more afraid of him saying something that was true or something that wasn’t true. Before he could find the words, I brushed my knuckles across his lips. Daniel bared his teeth and bit me, softer and different than the way Sophie had.
I liked that about them…the similarities and the differences.
“Sophie is set on the courthouse, I think,” he said softly, angling his head to the side when I moved my hand across his face. “If it was something bigger, I’d ask you to stand there with me. Be my best man.”
“Admirable,” I murmured.
“Instead, though, would you witness?”
I turned my hand, took his face between my fingers and brought our mouths together. Daniel exhaled harshly against my lips, the taste of onion and cilantro still fresh on his breath. We hadn’t even had a chance to add Sophie to the mix, a shame we’d have to remedy later if she let us.
“I see you,” I whispered.
“Would you?”
“Yes.”
“It would…it would mean more I think, if it was you,” he said.
“I told you yes.”
“I want you to mean it.”
I crashed our mouths together, kissed him like we were alone in the dark, not standing in the middle of downtown LA at lunch time, both of us dressed for work, an integral part of our hearts four blocks away on the eighth floor of a high-rise.
“I love you,” I told him, pulling back for breath. “And I mean it.”
CHAPTER 34
FINN
Itexted Hunter to let him know about Marshall, and I texted Andrew for good measure because I was a horrible brother and I hadn’t really talked to him since the day he taught me to surf. We made plans for him to come up to LA in a few weeks and join the rest of us for dinner. I also dropped a suggestion to Hunter that we maybe think about having a little get-together with all the significant others. He asked if mine were included in the group, but thankfully Daniel and Sophie arrived before I had to answer him. I turned my phone on silent and set it down on the counter.