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I shrugged. “Not sure. Could go either way.”
“This has been a crazy few weeks. You and Clare, Angie pregnant. Man…we don’t have a dull family, that’s for sure.”
“No, we don’t,” I agreed with a chuckle.
“Speaking of Clare. How are things going?”
My eyes found her instantly. “Good. Really good,” I said with a smile. “I feel like every time I see her, even if she’s been out of my sight for a few minutes, I get this weird fluttery feeling in my chest and I can’t believe it’s all real.”
Finn bumped my arm. “Being in love is something else, isn’t it. I’m just glad you finally opened your damn eyes and realized what you had in front of you. Mandy was a…”
His words faded.
“A bitch?”
“That’s one word I could use to describe her.”
Looking at Clare once more, my heart squeezed in my chest as she laughed at something Rory said.
“I’m going to ask her to move in with me.”
My brother froze mid rinse of a plate. “Are you serious? You don’t think you’re moving a bit fast?”
“No. I’m not asking her to marry me, just move in with me.”
Finn nodded. “You think she will?”
“I sure as shit hope so.”
“Maybe you should look at getting a house.”
It was my turn to pause what I was doing. “And what? Get a crazy ass dog like yours?”
“Hey,” he said, pointing to me. “You leave Flash out of this. He’s the best dog ever.”
I rolled my eyes. “Didn’t he tear up your prized football, a sofa, too many plants to count. Presley’s stuffed animals? I could go on.”
Finn looked away, wiped at his eyes, then turned back to face me.
“Dude, are those tears in your eyes?”
Wiping at the corner of his eyes again, he shook his head. “No. Don’t be stupid.”
All I could do was laugh. Flash was the firehouse puppy at Finn’s old station he had worked at. Once he decided to leave, he and Rory stole Flash from the department, even though they will both profess that Flash wasn’t stolen. Rory’s father was Finn’s boss and didn’t like the idea of them together. Unfortunately, he still hasn’t spoken to Rory. Not even after Karleigh was born.
“Still nothing from Rory’s father?”
Finn shook his head. “No.”
“His loss,” I said as I jerked my head in the direction of Rory holding their daughter.
“Damn right it is.”
Dad walked into the kitchen and stretched. “Okay, your mom is ready for presents.”
Presley flew into the kitchen behind Dad yelling, “Presents! Presents!”
“Go,” I said to Finn. “I’ll finish up these few dishes. By then Mom will have all the presents passed out to everyone.”
