Page 77 of Molly's Mr. Wrong
And looking at him now, all long legs, broad shoulders and lean muscle, she definitely wanted.
“Hey,” she said, her voice barely audible over the loud music. Finn reached out to turn off the radio and the ensuing silence was almost as jarring as the music had been.
“Thanks for coming.” His voice was low, still a touch guarded.
“Not a problem. I wanted to see you anyway.”
“You did?” The statement sounded like a question.
She gave a solemn nod, and then, since he didn’t move, she did, her shoes echoing on the concrete floor as she walked. She needed to do something with all the nervous energy balled up inside her. Crossing the shop would burn a little of it. The rest...?
As she got closer, his smile faded and his gaze remained watchful, as if he wasn’t as certain of himself as usual. He had no reason not to feel certain. Teen Finn had been hot, but adult Finn was blazing. Tonight she felt like getting burned.
Just a little. Just enough to feel.
She stopped a good three feet away from him, next to the big truck. Something rustled in the engine block and she jumped.
“Damned mice.” Finn came closer, peered down into the engine.
“Maybe Buddy needs to take up residence.”
“I left him with Mike full-time. While he...deals.”
Again that note in his voice. Worry.
“How’s he doing? Mike, I mean.”
“He’s...not himself.”
A silence fell between them and Molly finally asked, “Is that why you called?”
Finn nodded. “I stopped by his place tonight and he essentially kicked me out. Kicked all of us out. He wants to be alone. I thought...maybe you and Georgina could keep an eye on him from a distance. Make sure lights come on when they should and stuff.”
“You know we will.”
Finn needed someone close by to keep an eye on his grandfather, but Molly knew for a fact that wasn’t the only reason he’d called. Intuition, maybe...or perhaps the way he was looking at her.
“Jolie thinks it’s the best thing, and she’s been through this stuff before, but Mike’s been through it twice. He’s afraid it’s number three.”
“You can’t grieve for him, Finn. He has to do it himself.”
Finn blinked at her. “We’re fine letting him grieve, but he needs to eat.”
“And maybe for a day or two he needs time alone to come to grips with this situation. He won’t die of starvation and I bet that he does eat.”
“Maybe...”
“We all want to ease the pain of those we love. When Georgina had her first big breakup, I wanted her to stop hurting now, because seeing her hurt, hurt me.”
“So you’re siding with Mike. Telling us to back off.”
“For now. You can change tactics after a day or two if necessary.”
Finn picked up his hammer, weighed it in his hand, then set it back down again. “I guess that makes sense. I’m just so damned worried about the guy.”
“I get it, Finn. I totally do.”
Silence fell and then he gave her a sideways look. “Want to do some metal work while you’re here? Like last time?”
