Page 114 of The Valiant Knight
Well, that was a problem.
Graham tried to help him.
“I said the same thing once,” he admitted. “I let the love of my life leave, and I’ve regretted it. Why don’t you have some fun, and worry about the outcome later? What if you guys have sex and it’s bad?”
He stared at him.
“Bad? My dude, there is no way it could be bad. She’s gorgeous and her body…”
He laughed.
“Not that you’d notice.”
Graham had news for him.
“I can find the opposite sex attractive. I just can’t get down and dirty with them. Women don’t get me hard. Men do. My brain is how it is.”
He said nothing about how he was a total bottom, and not only did it have to be a man, but a specific kind of a man.
A dominant one.
Like D’Artangnan.
Sue him.
He had a type.
“You’re stressing yourself out over nothing. You haven’t even gotten on the ride. Get on, and see what happens,” he said. “Stress it later.”
He’d try, but Finn was a worrier.
Honestly, he’d given Rosie his heart, and she left that behind. Before her, there were other women, and none of them saw the real him.
Finn was a one-lady guy, and when he said he loved someone, he loved them so much that it broke him when it fell apart. He wanted a marriage like his parents. They’d been married over sixty years.
They were his role model.
Because of Rosie, and how careless she was with his heart, he knew he couldn’t fuck and run.
That wasn’t him.
He’d abstained for the last three years, focused on work, and trying to rebuild himself. It hadn’t been easy, but he’d waited. Now, he wasn’t sure he could risk it all and have it fail.
There was clear chemistry between them.
There was no doubt about that.
The big pink elephant in the room was that she was an American heading home.
“The only thing you can do, Finn, is let her into your world, and see if she fits here. She can get a job here, or she could be a stay-at-home mom and raise a gaggle of babies with you.”
He laughed and wanted that last part more than he would ever say out loud. All Finn wanted was to come home from work, see his bonny lass, and be happy. He wanted little ones to run to him, and a wife who loved him.
Was that so much to ask?
“For shits and giggles, Laddie, I looked up how much she makes. For the record, I’m grotesquely underpaid.”
When he told him, Graham laughed.
