worried about feeling something deeper than basic lust than finding herself bored. Bored, she could fake her way through, but he intrigued her; he was a puzzle she longed to solve and that rarely … okay,
never
happened to her. And if she was this attracted to him—physically and mentally—so soon, then spending twenty-four-seven with him might make her feel so much more.
Dangerous
.
Callie stepped away and held up her palms
.
Okay, get a grip and shut this down before it goes any further. Get you head in the game, Hollis. Someone has to be sensible here and it looks like you’ve drawn the short straw
.
‘Finn, I get that you’re hurting, that you need a distraction from your crappy life. You’ve just broken up with your fiancée and that’s got to be seriously painful.’
And I’m using you to escape dealing with my mother
.
Finn just folded his arms and kept his face blank.
‘You should know that I never treat sex casually, that I am very selective about who I bring into my bed.’
‘Okay. Good to know.’
Callie blew out her breath. ‘And you should also know that I’m not going to be your means of escaping that pain.’
And, conversely, I’m not going to use you to escape my memories
.
Finn frowned. ‘Lost you. Explain.’
She waved her hand in the space between them. ‘We obviously generate some heat between us, and I have no doubt that sleeping with you would be fun, but we can’t ignore the fact that until recently you were in a highly committed relationship. That relationship came to a skidding halt and pretty much went over a cliff. Fair to say that?’
Finn shrugged. ‘I suppose.’
‘So, to carry on with that analogy, I’m not going to sleep with you until I am fully convinced that you have come out of that coma and are mostly recovered. I’m
not
a way to dull the pain.’
Finn stared at her for a long time, his green eyes speculative. Eventually, ever so slightly, his mouth lifted at the corners. ‘This isn’t all about me and my relationship, is it? You’re also running from something—or
someone
.’
Maybe. Possibly. Okay, dammit, yes
.
‘And that’s why you’ve been crying.’ Finn rubbed his jaw with the palm of his hand. After a long silence he lifted his muscled shoulders in a weary shrug. ‘Look, Callie, I’m probably not ever going to tell you about the mess that was my almost-marriage, but would you think I was spinning a line to get into your pants if I said that I’m not that heartbroken? That I’m sad but also relieved?’
She heard something that sounded like the ring of truth in his voice but she didn’t know him well enough to trust him. ‘Maybe you’re just telling yourself that to make it easier to cope with. People love to lie to themselves.’ She saw Finn’s mouth open to start his protest but she shook her head to stop him. ‘Look, Finn, let’s just take it slow, okay? One day at a time, as friends and companions. Let’s not force it, okay?’
He looked as if he wanted to argue, but then she saw him swallowing his words, saw his nod.
‘Yeah, okay, I suppose that’s sensible.’
Finn lifted his hand to brush her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Callie could only look at him, her blood roaring through her veins and pooling between her legs. If he didn’t go soon she was going to forget any doubts she had and drag him to the floor.
‘That being said, I’m going to go.’
Callie licked her lips as her brain tried to restart. ‘Um … okay.’ Him going would be a very good idea.
‘You’ll let me know your decision? As soon as possible? Like tomorrow?’
Callie handed him a blank look. ‘Uh … what decision?’
Finn grinned. ‘About being my fake wife?’
Callie blushed. God, her brains were fried. ‘Sure, as soon as possible.’
She opened her mouth to add a blanket yes to whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted, as long as he would kiss her like that again. At the last minute her rationality kicked in and mentally
never
happened to her. And if she was this attracted to him—physically and mentally—so soon, then spending twenty-four-seven with him might make her feel so much more.
Dangerous
.
Callie stepped away and held up her palms
.
Okay, get a grip and shut this down before it goes any further. Get you head in the game, Hollis. Someone has to be sensible here and it looks like you’ve drawn the short straw
.
‘Finn, I get that you’re hurting, that you need a distraction from your crappy life. You’ve just broken up with your fiancée and that’s got to be seriously painful.’
And I’m using you to escape dealing with my mother
.
Finn just folded his arms and kept his face blank.
‘You should know that I never treat sex casually, that I am very selective about who I bring into my bed.’
‘Okay. Good to know.’
Callie blew out her breath. ‘And you should also know that I’m not going to be your means of escaping that pain.’
And, conversely, I’m not going to use you to escape my memories
.
Finn frowned. ‘Lost you. Explain.’
She waved her hand in the space between them. ‘We obviously generate some heat between us, and I have no doubt that sleeping with you would be fun, but we can’t ignore the fact that until recently you were in a highly committed relationship. That relationship came to a skidding halt and pretty much went over a cliff. Fair to say that?’
Finn shrugged. ‘I suppose.’
‘So, to carry on with that analogy, I’m not going to sleep with you until I am fully convinced that you have come out of that coma and are mostly recovered. I’m
not
a way to dull the pain.’
Finn stared at her for a long time, his green eyes speculative. Eventually, ever so slightly, his mouth lifted at the corners. ‘This isn’t all about me and my relationship, is it? You’re also running from something—or
someone
.’
Maybe. Possibly. Okay, dammit, yes
.
‘And that’s why you’ve been crying.’ Finn rubbed his jaw with the palm of his hand. After a long silence he lifted his muscled shoulders in a weary shrug. ‘Look, Callie, I’m probably not ever going to tell you about the mess that was my almost-marriage, but would you think I was spinning a line to get into your pants if I said that I’m not that heartbroken? That I’m sad but also relieved?’
She heard something that sounded like the ring of truth in his voice but she didn’t know him well enough to trust him. ‘Maybe you’re just telling yourself that to make it easier to cope with. People love to lie to themselves.’ She saw Finn’s mouth open to start his protest but she shook her head to stop him. ‘Look, Finn, let’s just take it slow, okay? One day at a time, as friends and companions. Let’s not force it, okay?’
He looked as if he wanted to argue, but then she saw him swallowing his words, saw his nod.
‘Yeah, okay, I suppose that’s sensible.’
Finn lifted his hand to brush her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Callie could only look at him, her blood roaring through her veins and pooling between her legs. If he didn’t go soon she was going to forget any doubts she had and drag him to the floor.
‘That being said, I’m going to go.’
Callie licked her lips as her brain tried to restart. ‘Um … okay.’ Him going would be a very good idea.
‘You’ll let me know your decision? As soon as possible? Like tomorrow?’
Callie handed him a blank look. ‘Uh … what decision?’
Finn grinned. ‘About being my fake wife?’
Callie blushed. God, her brains were fried. ‘Sure, as soon as possible.’
She opened her mouth to add a blanket yes to whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted, as long as he would kiss her like that again. At the last minute her rationality kicked in and mentally
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