Just as I take a huge bite of an apple scone, the door swings open, and Finn walks in wearing his signature scowl. Crumbs fall on my lap, and I quickly dust them off. As he heads toward me with his sleeves rolled to his forearms, I study him. Too bad he has a shitty attitude because he checks all the other boxes—tall, muscular and tan with a perfect smile that he hardly shows.
The way his ex looked at him piqued my curiosity, but it’s not like he’ll share with me what happened. A part of me feels bad that he had to load my things again, but he chose this when he picked me as his fake girlfriend.
“Did you eat dinner?” he asks.
“Not yet. Started with the pastries.” I smirk without admitting that I waited for him.
“Let’s grab some food, then we can head to my place and get you settled.”
