Page 63 of Off-Limits Love
“Mak, baby?—”
“I’m also smart enough to know if you’re this interested in Sam’s property, it’s because of what it’s worth and you’re accusing Finn of the very thing you’re trying to do right now.”
She knew she was right when Brad’s gaze narrowed and his expression tightened before he fell back on his practiced smile.
“You’re wrong. You hurt me saying stuff like that.”
Thathurt him but he was okay with knowing he’d raped her? “You have five minutes, Brad. Then you leave, and you don’t come back until you have a proper vehicle to transport Emi off this property for your time with her.”
Finn had watched from the fence line as Brad got up and approached Mak. He was too far away to hear what was being said, and while they’d appeared to be arguing earlier, that didn’t seem to be the case when Brad put his hands on her shoulders and moved in close like he was going to kiss her.
He’d turned before he could watch it happen, stomping his way back through the path between the two properties.
He’d decided to try Hud’s earlier recommendation of a “porch sit” and since it was a beautiful evening, had chosen to walk.
Good thing, too. Had he driven over to Sam’s, no doubt the couple would’ve heard him coming, and he wouldn’t have had a front-row seat to Mak and her ex looking far too cozy for a divorced couple.
Emi wasn’t even in sight, and the guy had obviously been sitting there awhile, given how comfortable he’d looked in that rocker.
None of your business.
Mak had made it clear all she wanted from him was friendship, so he had no right to feel jealous. Even if he did. Even if the sight of them had felt like the sucker punch he hadn’t seen coming.
He’d held mild interest in a few women in his past, but nothing like what he felt for Mak. It was different. She was different.
And the attraction he felt for her far exceeded anything he’d experienced before, despite telling himself he was destined to be alone. Cursed.
Seeing Jensen’s hands on Mak left his blood pulsing through his veins at a rapid rate, and Finn climbed into his truck and left with no destination in mind.
He just needed to get away. Away from the farm. Away from Mak and her ex and the thought of Sam dying day by day.
Away from himself and how easy it seemed for Mak to friend zone him, but allow Jensen to touch her.
Finn entered Elias’s gym and made his way to the office. His brother always had workout gear on hand, and he’d made use of it in the past when he’d stopped in on a whim.
Finn entered without knocking, so lost in his thoughts he wasn’t even aware of Elias and Quinley’s presence until he turned and saw them hastily moving away from each other.
Elias glared at him, and Quinley grinned despite the flush rising into her cheeks.
“S-sorry,” Finn muttered.
“I’m going to go shower,” she said. “Good to see you, Finn.”
He dipped his head in a nod and grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt from the stack Elias kept on hand.
Elias was the largest of all the brothers, who were all pretty much the same size and build. Impromptu workout sessions were a regular occurrence when time allowed, so they all made use of the stack at one time or another.
“What’s got you worked up? And don’t say you’re not, because I can tell.”
He gripped the clothes in his hands and then wrung them like they were Jensen’s neck.
“Something to do with Mak, I’m guessing?”
Finn glared at Elias, who raised his hands as though in surrender.
“It’s obvious that you like her.”
“D-doesn’t m-matter.”
