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“Depends on the guests,” he smiled.
“See,” I turned to Mom. “We’re special.”
Mom chuckled.
“Did you sleep okay?” I asked her, noticing the dark circles under her eyes.
“Like a rock.”
Mom and Finn turned their eyes away from each other as if they were caught in a soundless conversation.
Okaaay. That didn’t look suspicious at all.
The toast popped out and Finn got up and returned to his seat, holding a plate with honey-colored, crunchy toast. He held it out for Mom first and she took one.
“Let’s eat before the food gets cold.” She picked up her knife and reached for the butter.
“Mom, you still haven't looked around. It’s very beautiful out there,” I said after we helped Finn clean up the kitchen.
But once again, she refused to take a walk with us.
“I’m not feeling well. I probably shouldn’t have had that last glass of whiskey yesterday.” She poured herself a cup of coffee and retreated to the library.
“It’s okay,” said Finn. “We can give her a tour any time.”
Any time? Does this mean we can stay here Mom’s entire vacation?
“Right,” I agreed.
We came out to the backyard and this time Finn took a different path.
“Finn, what's going to happen after I turn?”
“I’ll teach you how to fight. And at the same time, I’ll teach you how to control your strength.”
“So it means Mom and I will be here for a little while, right?” I asked carefully.
“As long as you need and wish.” He stopped. “Why are you asking that?” He looked a little confused. “You weren’t thinking of leaving after the shift, were you?”
I drew closer, locked my arms around his belt, and his hands cupped my neck.
“No, I wasn’t.” I shook my head.
“Good. Because for a moment there, I thought maybe you missed Brian or something.” He tilted his head.
“Don’t be silly.” I rolled my eyes. “I just wanted to know . . . you know?” I shrugged. “I’m not ready to leave you.”
“And I’m not ready to let you go. I don’t know if I’ll ever be. Even if you go to college—”
I didn’t let him finish. I pulled myself on my tiptoes so I could reach his lips and kissed him. His fingers forked into my hair. One of his hands sat tight on my back and pushed me to him so that I wouldn’t stop.
“I want to see you turn,” I murmured against his lips.
“Hey,” he grinned, “if you want to see me naked again, just say so.”
“Oh, shut up,” I laughed.
“Okay.” He pulled back to take off his shirt, but I stopped him.
