Page 166 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

“Would you like another drink?” Holden took my empty champagne glass and I nodded. He dropped a kiss on my cheek. “Be right back,” he whispered in my ear.

“Sadie, I saw your masterpiece of Holden.”

“Oh.” My eyebrows rose. “Which one?”

Finn’s mouth hitched in a roguish smile. “All of them. I need a crying painting, Sadie. Everyone else has one and they won’t sell me theirs.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll paint you one.”

His face lit up with a warm grin. “You’re the best.”

“I’m beginning to see why some people call you the devil.”

He nodded and narrowed his eyes. “And howisOlivia?” His expression was so casual but he couldn’t keep the interest out of his eyes.

“She’s good.”

“Yeah? How good.”

“Finn, are you snooping on her?”

He adopted an innocent expression. “I’m making pleasant conversation.”

“I shouldn’t be talking about her to you.”

“I promise you, I have only her best interests at heart.”

Something in Finn’s eyes, so sad and serious but determined, made me open my mouth again. “She isn’t going back to school.”

“She took a job in Vancouver?”

I shook my head. “As far as I know, she’s staying here for the foreseeable future. She wants to take over the bar from her dad.”

His jaw ticked, clenched tight and he reminded me of Holden. He tipped his beer bottle back and took a long pull. He let out a sigh and gave a slight shake of his head.

He stared into his beer for a long moment. “I’m coming home this summer.”

My eyebrows shot up and his gaze met mine for a brief moment.

“And you can tell her that,” he said quietly.

Olivia was not going to like this.

Miri strode past but stopped when she spotted me. “Hello, lovely! Oh my goodness.” She gestured at my dress. “Look at you.”

“Hi, Miri.” I gave her a bright smile. “Thanks for setting up the decorations.”

She waved a hand. “I loved it.” Her mouth dropped open when she saw Finn standing beside me. “Well, if it isn’t the devil himself.”

“Hi, Miri. How are your roses doing?”

“They never recovered after you rode your bike through them fifteen years ago.” She crossed her arms but she was smiling.

Olivia appeared in the doorway and froze as she met Finn’s gaze. His mischievous expression dropped and he looked strangely stricken. Olivia unfroze and disappeared back the way she came.

Miri’s eyebrows were at her hairline before she gasped. She peered at Finn, then at Holden, approaching with my champagne. Then at Emmett, his arm around Avery, and Wyatt, beaming at his daughter as Hannah wiped her face with a big, loving smile.

“Four brothers,” Miri whispered, frowning to herself, eyes blazing. “Four weddings.”

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