Page 64 of Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar 2)

Her BLTs were my favorite. Poppy wasn’t satisfied with mayonnaise on the sandwich. She’d mix in a bunch of spices that took the simple sandwich to the next level. But like a lot of her recipes, the spice mixture was impromptu. It was never the same, though always delicious.

“Want one?” she asked.

I was full, but these sandwiches were not to miss. “Would you go halvsies?”

Before she could answer, the door swung open again.

My heart skipped as Finn walked inside. With his natural swagger and sexy grin, which let a few of his straight white teeth show, the man’s presence had always sent zings through my body.

“Hey, guys.” He waved and walked over to shake Cole’s hand. “What’s going on?”

“Just came down for lunch. You?”

“Same.”

“I was just making BLTs,” Poppy told him. “Want one?”

He rubbed his hands together, practically drooling. “Hell, yeah. I’m starving. I missed breakfast today.”

I dropped my gaze to my feet, hoping to hide my flushed cheeks. With the kids gone, he didn’t have to rush out of the house before dawn, so I’d been making him breakfast every morning. I’d been just about to crack some eggs this morning when he’d come into the kitchen and kissed my neck. That kiss had led to another, then another, until we were horizontal on the kitchen floor, Finn’s mouth between my legs.

Technically, he’d had me for breakfast.

And coffee. I was a generous hostess. I’d sent him on his way with a travel mug of coffee after he’d filled me with his own release.

“Hey.” Finn came to stand on my side of the table.

The magnetic pull was there, the urge to stand close enough that our arms would touch. But we fought it, standing stiffly, twelve inches apart to maintain distance. His fresh, outdoorsy scent was even more appealing than Poppy’s cooking. It was impossible not to stare a moment too long at his bright-blue eyes as they glinted with mischief.

He was definitely thinking about his breakfast.

My cheeks hurt as I forced myself not to smile.

“What are you guys up to tonight?” Cole asked.

“Nothing,” I answered too fast.

“Probably having sex,” Poppy muttered.

“What?” Finn’s mouth hung open as Cole muttered, “Huh?”

“Poppy,” I hissed.

She turned from the flattop, spatula in hand, and waved it in a circle. “As soon as you both left, I was going to tell Cole anyway.”

“So much for keeping it to ourselves,” Finn grumbled.

“Sorry. It just sort of came out.”

“It’s okay.” He ran a hand through his hair, the red strands sticking up funny. “You two don’t have secrets.”

I smiled. He understood my friendship with his sister so well.

“Are you guys getting back together?” Cole asked.

“No,” we answered in unison.

“It’s, uh . . .” Finn trailed off. “Complicated.”