Page 11 of Hands off his Dudette

She shrugged. "She set me up yesterday; I didn't get around to telling you."

Finn frowned at their ridiculously large TV screen, as if the large eagles flying through the skies offended him. "You could have said so this morning."

Anna laughed. "I could have, I didn't. Don't worry, I was safe. Piper knew where I was, and so did Lucy, and Cassie, and basically all the girls. They all texted me to get an update."

"So, you told everyone except me."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, your fault for not crashing girls' night out this week. They knew because they were there when Lucy offered to set me up, is all."

The movie ended in the background. Anna always let the credits roll, because she loved the end songs. When the music ended, she moved to get up. Finn said, "I didn't know you wanted to date."

And he didn't like it.

"Finn, you go out with the guys at least once a week and screw anything with tits. Don't you start judging me."

"I'm not judging," he shot back. "Just surprised."

She shrugged. "My vagina needs attention, too. Deal with it."

She got up and started to stretch. "Are you working late, tomorrow?" she asked him. "Well, later today." It was past midnight now.

Finn shook his head. "No, presenting my case this morning. I'll be home early. I'll cook, and we can start on the rest of The Hobbit if you want? Unless you're going on another date."

He practically spat the last word.

She rolled her eyes. She wasn’t surprised at all; he’d always been very protective of their time. “No, that sounds great. And we can have the pies for dessert. I asked, they'll be good all day."

"All right, sounds great."

"That's a date, then," she teased, winking at him before heading to her room.

Finn didn't laugh at all.

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