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Finn
A boom rattled the cabin and my eyes shot open.
“Finn Hollis, you get your hermit ass out here right the fuck now before I blow a hole in your shack the size of the Okeechobee!”
Josh.
Shit.
I tried to move and groaned when my head pounded out a hateful message behind my eyes. I rolled off the couch and stumbled to my feet, knocking over empty beer bottles from the small coffee table.
Squinting under the invading light shining through the front window I cursed myself for not remembering to shut the curtains the night before, but it was all a blur, courtesy of my friend Jim Beam.
A blast from a shotgun echoed through the house. The sound vibrating through my body, intensifying every ache, pain and unwelcome feeling.
“What the fuck, Josh?” I stepped out onto the porch, pulling on an undershirt that was hanging from the railing.
Sure enough, Josh was standing in my front yard, shotgun in hand.
“What the fuck?” She placed a hand on her hip and propped her gun up with the other arm. “I’m the one that should be asking you that considering you tried to run an innocent girl off the road before breaking into her camper and attempting to run her off her land.”
“What girl?” I asked, knowing full well who she was talking about although my brain was still muddied.
“That girl!” Josh said, pointing to the little rusted camper parked across the way.
“The road. That was an accident,” I admitted, scratching my jaw. I needed to trim my face before it became so itchy I scratched off my own skin. “I didn’t have my lights on.”
“Figured as much,” Josh grumbled.
“And she IS on my property,” I added.
“She owns the quarter acre right behind it, she just can’t get to it, yet,” she argued.
“Not my problem.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Now you should probably go.”
Josh raised her gun, aimed, and fired.
The back windshield of my Bronco shattered in an instant. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Finn. I’m the law around here. Not you. We aren’t kids anymore. We aren’t even friends anymore. So I’m going to tell you how it’s going to go.”
“Does the law always blow out the windows in people’s trucks to get their attention?” I asked, leaning on the rail.
“I do what needs to be done. And the only reason I’m not blasting a hole through your chest is because I know what day yesterday was. But you WILL leave Sawyer alone. If I hear that you’re trying to mess with her again or run her off, or God forbid hurt her in any way...” Josh glared at me. “I swear to God I’ll bury you out back with the gators and the snakes.”
“Josh…” I faltered.
“No.” She raised her hand. “You don’t get to JOSH me. Not anymore. It’s Deputy Hugo to you.”
My stomach churned. The yelling I could handle.
The hurt in her voice was harder to swallow.
“You can push us all away, Finn, but I can tell that girl’s been through some shit, so she don’t need more shit from the likes of you.” She lowered the gun.
I took a step down from the porch but Josh regarded me with a watery warning in her big brown eyes and stepped back, tossing her gun in the bed of her truck.
“No,” she said. “It’s too late for that. You got some need to want to hole up in your little swamp shack and pretend the world around you don’t exist? Then fine. Do just that. But leave Sawyer alone. Consider this your only warning.” She opened the door of her truck. “Do what you’re good at, Finn. Do to her what you’ve done to everyone else.” She lowered her voice. “Stay the hell away.”
I retreated into my dark dank living room and picked up a half empty bottle of whiskey from the floor next to the worn sofa.
Josh was right. I should stick to what I’m good at. I tipped the bottle to my mouth and tried to pretend I hadn’t just learned why they say the truth hurts.
Chapter Twelve
Sawyer
No matter what I did. No matter what button I pushed or how many pleas I sent out into the universe, water would not come out of my sink or shower. The tank was full. I’d checked three times. No leaks either. Something was either clogging it, or the universe was plotting against me.
Both had equal chances of being the reason why the water suddenly stopped working.
I checked the clock. I had to be at Critter’s in just under an hour. By my estimate, it would take me about a half of an hour to walk there so if I didn’t get showered and ready in the next ten to fifteen minutes, I’d be late for my first day.
The jugs I had bought days before were now empty and I didn’t know how to get water from the tank on the outside of the camper either.
I decided that as much as I didn’t want to, that I’d ask Finn if I could use his shower. Unfortunately, I was almost to his door when one glance was all it took for me to realize why asking him would be a very, very bad idea.
First, because Finn’s shower was outside on the left side of his porch.
Second, because he was already in it.
Third, because he was very, VERY naked.
Finn stood under the spray with his hands flush on the side of the house, letting the water cascade over the back of his head and shoulders, dripping down every inch of taut muscle on the way down to his rounded backside and strong thick thighs. His eyes were closed tightly as if he were deep in thought.
I’d meant to turn around and run the other way or at the very least cover my eyes. In my head, that’s exactly what I was doing.
In reality, I stood there, gawking, unable to look away until Finn cleared his throat, breaking me out of my trance. I looked up to find him standing there, now facing me as he lathered up his naked body. He stepped back under the spray, the suds washed away, trailing down to the deep V pointing to the private place between his strong thighs.
And then there it was.
Just hanging there.
Long.
Thick.
I stopped breathing.
“Let me guess, not only was the other night the first night you heard the word fuck, but today’s the first day you’ve seen a real cock?”
I couldn’t hear all of his words. I was heavily distracted by a clenching sensation going on in my pelvis.
“Did you need something?” Finn asked, walking up to the railing, dripping water all over the wooden deck and giving me a much closer view of what he had going on between his legs. He shook out his hair and mussed it with his hand.
“Uh.” I spun around, hiding my red face. “Never mind.”
“Are you sure about that?” When I turned back around to face him I assumed he’d be covered up, but no such luck. He had a towel but he wasn’t using it to cover up, he was rubbing it up and down his torso and legs to dry off.
“I was going to ask if I could use your shower,” I explained, keeping my eyes trained above his head. “Now I realize that wasn’t the best idea.”
“You can use my shower,” Finn offered.
“Really?” That was way too easy.
“Yes,” he said, wickedly. “I was just finishing up. You can join me.”
“That’s not what I…,” I tried to explain, although the glint in his eye told me he was aware it wasn’t what I’d meant.
He smiled salaciously.
