Page 31 of Just Do It
He shifted position, his thigh sliding against mine as he leant back on the sofa. When I’d said that he wasn’t that great, I may have been telling a substantial porkie.
‘You OK?’ he asked.
‘Huh?’
‘You had a strange look on your face.’
‘Oh… yeah. No I’m fine. Miles away.’
Good one, Pinocchio.
‘Were you?’ Finn’s eyes seemed to look right through into my soul and see exactly where my mind had been.
I attempted a laugh. ‘Of course.’ I tried not to concentrate on just how good it felt to have his hard, muscled body wedged against mine. However much I tried to rationalise what had happened that night, that I’d been in a vulnerable and low place mentally, and not in the best frame of mind for making sensible decisions, the fact remained that Finn was still the hottest man – and the best sex – I’d ever had. And somehow I needed to find a way to forget both of those things entirely.
‘This is a lovely house,’ he said, long legs stretching out in contrast to mine which were curled up.
‘Thanks. I do love it.’
‘I can see why. It’s got a great feel about it.’
‘I like to think that’s my grandmother, checking on me from time to time.’
‘Do you believe in all that?’
‘I suppose so.’
‘How does that work with your job?’
‘In what way?’
He shifted position. ‘Your specialist area is Egyptology, right?’
‘Yes.’
‘So they believed that they needed all this stuff in the afterlife, right?’ He seemed genuinely interested, unlike the few dates I’d had when Colette had convinced me to give Tinder a whirl.
‘Yes. And that how their body looked at the time of mummification was how they would be in the afterlife. That’s why they used tree sap to seal the cut they made to remove the internal organs rather than stitches. Did you know that?’
He shook his head. ‘I did not. Is that a belief you share? Like if I went outside and dropped down dead now, is that how I’d look in the afterlife? If there’s one at all?’
‘Don’t say that.’
‘Say what?’
‘About you dropping down…’ For someone who dealt with the dead pretty much all the time, I still didn’t have the best grip on it when it came to those I knew. And cared about.
‘You don’t like talking about death?’
‘Not particularly, no.’
‘Unless there’s a lot of distance. Like thousands of years. I can understand that.’
I sat up a little. ‘You can?’
Finn shrugged those wide, sexy shoulders and I tried not to think about them naked. ‘Yes. You seem surprised.’
‘I suppose I am.’
