As soon as we walk into Finn"s house, I"m ready to collapse. But since we took dessert to go, I decide to eat it before passing out.
Although the initial introductions to Aspen’s fiancé were awkward, the rest of the dinner wasn"t so bad. Once Finn settled his nerves and he remembered our mission, things went smoothly. Aspen may annoy the hell out of me with her passive-aggressive politeness, but I don"t think she means any harm.
Or maybe she"s just really good at acting like she doesn"t.
Either way, we survived her drilling us with questions, and I"m glad to be back at Finn"s.
“I"m gonna change, then crash. Gotta be up at the ass c***k of dawn again,” he says.
“Okay, I"m gonna try some of that Boston cream pie.”
“It"s to die for,” he tells me.
“I bet it is. If you hear me having a f
