Page 82 of Forced Proximity
“Probably having the time of their lives,” I murmured softly. “Tavi loved the three of them. Like his own parents. He loved y’all, don’t get me wrong. But those three? It was like the world shined on them, and he only saw them when they were around.”
Audric cleared his throat. “I’m getting really fucking tired of losing people.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Sixteen
You did not wake up to be a weak ass bitch.
—Text from Finnian to Dru
DRU
We’d made it through the viewing, and now we just had to get through the service tomorrow.
Knight’s military friends had arrived, and they were all taking up the bedrooms of Finnian’s house, snug as a bug.
I was on the way out the door to head to my place when an unyielding grip caught my arm and halted my forward progress.
“Where are you going?” Finnian asked, his voice gentle.
I didn’t stop myself from leaning into him.
“I have to go home to get some clothes,” I said, explaining quickly when I saw the panic in his eyes. “I can’t go to a funeral in scrubs.”
Scrubs that I’d been wearing all day.
They were clean, at least, but they weren’t something I liked to wear when I wasn’t at work.
“I’ll go with you,” he said as he followed me down the steps of his home.
“You can’t just leave your house full of guests and come with me,” I argued.
“Watch me.” He chuckled, though it sounded weak.
Halfhearted at best.
I didn’t bother arguing.
I’d realized rather quickly that Finnian always got his way.
Not that I had a huge problem with it.
It wasn’t like he was unreasonable about having his way. Usually, he was right.
Like this time.
I knew why he wanted to go with me.
He’d seen my place and knew damn well getting there after dark would be shady at best—something he’d shared with me multiple times when I’d said that I needed to go home. I’d thought he’d finally given in to my need to leave, but apparently, he hadn’t given in as much as he’d allowed me to go. With a supervisor.
“My car or yours?” I asked.
“Mine.” He bleeped the locks. “Yours has about eight other vehicles behind it.”
I glanced out into the driveway and sure enough, he was right.
There were several vehicles parked behind mine.
