It’s going to happen. All you have to do is believe and pick a game so we can get this going.
Finn stared at her. What?No, titties and beer don’t go together, she said. But also no, I can’t live without you either.
Finn stared at her for a beat, his eyes dark and serious and full of so much emotion she didn’t know how to process it all. And then suddenly he smiled the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen. He took her hand, brought it to his mouth and brushed a kiss over her fingers before hauling her up against him.You ready for this? His voice was rough, telling her how important this was. How important she was.For you? she whispered against his jaw. Always.
Two months later . . .Finn let out a long breath as he parked. Santa Cruz was south of San Francisco and thanks to traffic, it’d taken them over an hour to get here. He got out of the car and came around for Pru.
Keep the blindfold on, he said, as he’d been saying the entire drive.
Her fingers brushed over the makeshift blindfold—a silk handkerchief that they’d played with in bed the night before—and smiled. I’m hoping we’re heading toward a big cake.Mrs. Rokesby! Ah, there you are.
Saved by the young lieutenant, Cecilia thought gratefully. He was making his way back to her side, a large brass key in his hand.I spoke to the innkeeper, he said, and to—
Mrs. Rokesby? Major Wilkins interjected.The lieutenant snapped to attention when he saw the major. Sir, he said.