Page 32 of Breathless

Wyatt snagged them mid-air. “Smart man.”

Fiona looked back and forth between them as she sat down. “I feel like I missed something important. And neither of you texted me all day today. Were you boys busy while I was at work?”

“So suspicious.” Thoreau made a tsking noise, handing her a napkin. “Eat. Relax.”

“Why are you having juice?” Wyatt asked, narrowing his eyes at Thoreau because the plan. “I thought we were all drinking.”

“I like juice.” Fiona reached for a stuffed date. “What? Have I spoiled your nefarious plans to get me tipsy so you can take advantage?”

“Would we do that?” Thoreau asked innocently.

“Only in my dreams,” she told him sweetly. “Tapas and beer on the floor sounds like the start of a perfect evening. And since we’re not watching This Old House or something sports related, I can tell you that the senator’s wife showed up again to tell me she’s finally had her way with the Manny.”

Wyatt snorted as he tilted his bottle back for a sip. “I know you’re kidding.” He frowned, thinking of his cousin’s outrageous wife. “Are you kidding?”

“I’m kidding,” she assured him. “Sort of. I meant that she’s actually convinced JD’s brother to fly here for some consultations at the youth center and potentially open a new office. As you might imagine, JD is having a minor attack of the spaz variety.”

“Is there any other kind with him?” Green was a great guy. High strung, though. A little like a Chihuahua.

Thoreau rolled his eyes in agreement, but looked over at Wyatt instead of commenting. “What’s the verdict?”

“What? The beer?” Wyatt asked, surprised that he really seemed to want his opinion. “I like this one. Not as much as the cream ale, but it’s light and, I don’t know, kind of spicy. But in a good way. It sneaks up on you. Sorry, I’m not good at this testing business.”

“No, it makes sense.” Thoreau nodded, clearly pleased. “Spicy in a good way. Sneaks up on you. That’s what I was going for.”

“Who is it supposed to be?” Fiona asked. “Which Finn is getting his own flavor this time?”

Wyatt hadn’t even thought about that. “Please tell me it’s not Younger. He’s not this spicy.”

Thoreau shook his head. “These are my personal creations, not necessarily a part of the Finn theme. And it’s a surprise until I’ve perfected the final beer of the series,” he finished mysteriously, popping a fried mushroom into his mouth.

“Sounds intriguing.”

“Delicious,” Wyatt corrected her, licking his lips. “And Seamus is jealous I’m tasting it before he gets to, which I love. Wayne-plex living has definite perks. Thor makes the good stuff.”

“Told you.”

Fiona looked back and forth between them again with a puzzled expression. “Have I slipped into an alternate universe?”

Wyatt grinned. Had they been that bad?

Probably.

He waggled his fingers through the air. “Maybe we all have.”

Thoreau tried to grab for Wyatt’s bottle but he was faster and held it up out of reach. “Hey now.”

“Do I need to get the sippy cup out again? You’ve been off the pain meds for a while now.”

Wyatt scowled. “I’m fine, Thor. This is only my second bottle. I used to need a six-pack before I got a buzz.”

Fiona patted his thigh. “Take it slow or we’ll nip this party in the bud, bud.”

Wyatt nearly moaned at the contact. She might be aiming for soothing but her touch sent a bolt of lust straight to his dick.

“I’ll forgive you for calling me bud and not kissing me hello if you keep doing that.” He gestured to her fingers caressing the bare skin beneath the hem of his shorts.

“Kiss him hello, Fi.”

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