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“Since I decided the other day. I’m never going again.”
Taken aback, I frowned at him. “Isn’t that like one of the Five Points’ ten commandments? You have to go twice a week?”
“Yeah, but things have changed.”
“I don’t see how,” I countered. “Aidan makes all his sons go, he isn’t going to make an exception for you. Especially as this is the first Sunday where all the women can go to church after lockdown.”
Peering up from the newspaper he was reading, he murmured, “Want to go out to breakfast?”
Bewildered, because the last thingIwanted was to go to church, and here I was fighting the cause, I stacked my hands on my hips. “What on earth’s going on, Finn?”
He gusted out a sigh. “There are going to be some changes.”
“Where?” My confusion was evident. “I know you love him, Finn, but Aidan’s a crazy motherfucker. The last change I need is him lopping off your head. I like it where it is, thank you very much.”
“He won’t argue.”
He seemed so sure that I sighed—stubborn man. “If he beats the crap out of you, I’m not going to help you ice the bruises.”
He released a mocking gasp. “How mean of you.”
“I was born mean,” I jibed, grinning at him when he cocked a knowing brow at me.
If anyone was mean in this relationship, it was him, and I was okay with that. Except when he refused to let me come, then I wished him all the way to hell. Of course, I wished he’d come back again because only Finn could make everything inside me detonate. And I needed, quite desperately, to detonate on a regular basis.
Twenty-five years of being a good girl was totally overrated. I was going to be bad from now until the day I died.
“Where are we going then?”
“Where?” he asked absentmindedly.
I huffed. “You just said we’re going for breakfast. But where?”
“Oh, yeah. I did.” He rubbed his chin. “I’ll go get dressed.”
“We can’t eat too much,” I called at his back as, with rangy strides, he retreated to the bedroom. Watching him go, I ogled that fine ass of his.
“Why not?” he inquired, turning back and catching me mid-ogle.
“Because there’s no way I can eat Lena’s Sunday lunch and breakfast too. I mean, I just can’t.” American portions were big. Irish-American? Gargantuan.
He pursed his lips but nodded. And while I’d expected some kind of teasing riposte for having been caught staring at his ass, he didn’t make one. Which immediately told me something was off.
In five minutes, he was back, dressed in a pair of jeans that made that ass of his even fucking finer—how was that possible? He also wore a stone-colored Ralph Lauren sweater with a white tee peeking at the neck. On his wrist, he’d changed watches. From a sleek metal one that was studded with diamonds, to a chunky Rolex that had more of a sporty vibe. He wore dark loafers and a woolen coat in gray.
He looked expensive.
Even in casual wear, he always managed to look dressier than me, and considering my wardrobe was still pathetic, I figured that made sense. His closet was full, and the matching ‘her’ closet was pretty much like a ghost town.
Still, I felt pretty in the maroon dress I wore. Jenny had encouraged me to buy it when I was on a diet a while back and being shot had one advantage—I’d lost a bit of weight. I had no doubt I’d put it back on soon enough. Finn never seemed to mind my curves, and I wasn’t about to deny myself food after twelve weeks of little to no appetite thanks to pain and the meds that had fucked with my stomach.
The skirt swung around my calves but settled neatly against my hips, and the V-neck, while not too deep, revealed a sexy amount of cleavage. The color made it appropriate for church, because if it had been black, I knew Finn would have bent me over the couch and fucked me for that and how much boob I was revealing—black was his dynamite. And in this color, my cleavage wasn’t too showy.
Saying that, maroon or black, I’d figured I’d get a comment on how I looked. He always complimented me, and I wasn’t offended that he hadn’t today. Instead, I was just aware that something was going on inside that beautiful head of his.
When I gathered my coat and purse, he grabbed a firm hold of my hand as we walked into the elevator.
“I’m going to fuck you in here one day,” he informed me in a tone that could have indicated it was raining outside for its lack of inflection.
