AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Eight
Finn
I was exhausted.
Combined with the clusterfuck that was Christmas, the past week had been hellishly long thanks to the funerals of the men who’d died in the Sparrow attack and was only exacerbated by a major fuck up with the architectural firm we used.
Well, no longer.
The last time they’d screwed up, Aidan Sr. had dealt with them, but this time, it was on me.
I wasn’t about to shoot out anyone’s kneecaps over business.
I’d fired them.
And I’d spread the news that they were a piece of shit firm so that no other company in the tri-state area would be using them until the current CEO’s grandson was crapping into a bag in an old folks’ home.
Acuig Corp. mattered.
But my name? My word? My signature?
Capable of making or breaking anyone in this fucking city.
I dropped my briefcase on the floor and stretched after I hung my coat on the rack.
All was quiet—it was two AM, so of course it was. It was unreasonable to think she’d have waited up for me—as I headed down the hallway toward our bedroom.
That was when I saw her.
In the living room.
I gritted my teeth at the way her neck was folded over, and I knew she’d have a crick in it because shehadwaited up for me.
This was my Aoife.
Of course she had. I should have had faith.
I walked into the cozy living room that was illuminated only by candles, and I sighed at the sight of her.
My angel.
I cast a glance at the hand she rested on her stomach and pressed mine to it as well after I crouched down in front of her.
“Baby,” I rumbled when that didn’t make her stir.
Her eyelashes fluttered. “Finn?” she asked drowsily.
“It had better be me.”
Her lips twitched before she yawned. “What time is it?”
“Two AM.”
Her eyes popped open. “Really?”
I winced. “It’s late.”
“Couldn’t be later,” she muttered with narrowed eyes. “Thought we agreed you’d be home for dinner?”
