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“Oh, now you don’t need us in your business, but when we were helping you, you sure as hell wanted us into your business.”
“Yeah, well, Finn knows the truth now. We’re being one hundred percent honest with each other.” I beamed at him. “He knows I can’t cook. He knows I suck as a cleaner, but I’m willing to try.”
“Yeah,” Finn said, “and that’s all I ask of you.” He grinned at me, though he looked slightly distracted. “Come on, let’s go,” he said. “I’m very interested to meet your parents.”
We started walking toward the exit, and I could see Polly, Chelsea, and Molly walking ahead of us and whispering.
I heard Polly whisper to Chelsea, “Did you notice that Harriet said she was being honest, but Finn never said the same thing?”
My heart started pounding as I listened to her words. She was correct in that assumption.
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“So, we’ll meet you there, okay?” I quickly hugged Polly, Molly, and Chelsea before I got into the passenger seat of Finn’s car. I put my seat belt on and looked over at Finn. “I can’t believe you convinced my sisters to get you an invite to my parents’ house.”
“I thought you were okay with it?” he asked me, looking slightly surprised as he pulled away.
“Um, I didn’t want to go off on you in front of my sisters, but I think that you’re not being one hundred percent honest with me about something.”
“And what would that be?”
“I don’t know. If I knew, I would call you out on it.”
“So then, you just have a suspicion?”
“Or let’s call it women’s intuition,” I said, wrinkling my nose at him. “You’re not lying to me about something, are you, Finn?”
“I wouldn’t say so.” He shook his head. “I mean, if we were to find out I had lied about something, it would be a lie of omission, not because I was deliberately trying to lie to you.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better, Finn.” I sighed. “This whole thing is kind of weird, and I don’t know why you want to meet my parents. I mean, yeah, we’re kind of messing around, and I work for you, but what’s that got to do with the price of tea?”
“Maybe I just want to know the people who raised you.”
“But why?”
“Maybe because I like you,” he said, staring at me. “Is that so difficult to understand?”
“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “I mean, sure, you like me, I like you. But this is new, and weird, and—”
“And what? People can’t fall for each other quickly?”
“What? Now you’ve fallen from me?”
“Not single white female style,” he said with a smirk, and I just shook my head.
“Very funny.”
“Look, I was overexaggerating when I pretended that I wanted you barefoot in the kitchen with my baby. I was just testing to see how far you’d go with your charade. But I do like you. It’s not just about the sex, and it’s not just about you being a housekeeper, and it’s… I don’t know.” He shook his head. “You’re weird, and you’re kooky, and you’re beautiful, and your sisters are weird, and kooky, and beautiful, and I’m just curious if your parents are the same way.”
“My sisters will not like you if you tell them that they’re weird and kooky.”
“But if I call them beautiful, they might like that part.”
