Did she know? Was she here to yell at him for taking advantage of her brother? For causing problems with her family?
Tasha’s arms were around her and when Jen looked up, he could see tears in those eyes that reminded him so much of Owen’s. “I need a place to stay for tonight, Jeremy. The wedding is off.”
His first thought was, “Damn straight it’s off.” But he knew he couldn’t say that out loud. She looked awful, poor thing. She’d come here for comfort? Oh hell.
He came toward them and wrapped his arms around both of them, hoping that his towel wouldn’t slip. “I’m so sorry, Little Finn.”
Tasha kissed her cheek. “Welcome to the Heartbreak Hotel, baby girl. Everyone who’s been kicked in the ass by love is welcome here. Let’s let Jeremy get dressed before he shocks your innocent eyes with his oversized sexiness and I’ll pour you a shot of tequila.”
He let her go, meeting Tasha’s gaze with a question in his. She shrugged and shook her head, which meant neither of them knew why Jen had decided to come here of all places. He would call her parents, but honestly? He was too much of a damn coward. He needed to talk to Owen first. He needed to know what was going on.
Why the hell hadn’t he called?
He got dressed as quickly as he could in his uniform of sweatpants and a t-shirt, his mind racing. Jen had been to his house a handful of times for barbecues by the lake with the rest of the Finn family, but she’d never come on her own.
The wedding was off, she’d said. That was his only clue.
Did she know what had happened? Did she know about Tasha and Jeremy’s parts in it?
“Is this night ever going to end?” He sighed, heading back down the hallway to take care of the two women who were the most precious to him.
If he ever got his hands on Scott, Jeremy would be drawing his comics from prison.