“You went to look at the bones in those plastic bins. It was by the cash register, so I grabbed it.”
“It’s too big for a puppy.”
“She’ll grow,” Finley said.
“She’s a corgi. She won’t growthatmuch. This is meant for a larger dog, babe.”
Finley smiled.
“What?” Molly asked.
“You called me‘babe.’I like it,” Finley replied and took the rope toy from her. “Maybe I’ll keep this.”
“For all your rope toy needs? Wait. Do you have rope… things? I’ve never done anything like that before, Fin, so–”
“No,” Finley said, chuckling. “I don’t have rope things, Molls. If you really want to know, though, I have a few toys, but nothing involving rope. I meant that I could keep this for the dogImight adopt.”
“We’ll come back to the dog thing later.” Molly put the plastic bag, still filled with stuff for Wells, on the coffee table and turned to Finley on the sofa. “You have toys?”
“You don’t?”
“I do. Well, I have one.”
“Only one?”
“A vibrator. It’s my favorite. I haveothers. I just don’t count them because they don’t do it for me.”
“No?”
“No. How many doyouhave?”
“A few,” Finley said with a smirk. “I like them.”
“For you, or for the person you’re with?”
“Both,” Finley said and turned to face her on the sofa. “I like this. Let’s do this.”
“Do what?”
“Talk about this stuff. It’s good. I think it’ll help.”
“Talking about sex toys?”
“Talking about what we like, what we don’t, what works, what won’t.”
Molly laughed and asked, “Did you rhyme that on purpose?”
“No, I didn’t. But it worked. So, tell me about your favorite toy.”
“I can just show you.” She stood. “It’s in my drawer.”
“Yes, please,” Finley replied, sounding very eager.
Molly laughed as Finley gripped her hips and followed her into the bedroom, where Molly swallowed hard before she opened the top of three drawers in the table by her bed and pulled out a pale-pink vibrator that was meant to go inside and hit her G-spot, but she had tried that, and it hadn’t worked.
“I use it on my clit,” she said and set it on the bed.
Finley sat down next to it, picked it up, and inspected it.