Falling For Disaster by K. Sterling

sliding left in their sockets as he chewed. His brows pulled together as the bike got closer and closer and Finn listened to it drive along the side of the house and stop in the back yard. It cut off and he listened as heavy steps moved across the back porch before a knock on the kitchen door made him jump. Finn dropped his spoon in the bowl and slowly rose to his feet. He was relatively sure it was Saint but it didn’t make sense that he’d park in the back and knock on the kitchen door. He rushed to the window and peeked out the window and relaxed slightly when he recognized Saint’s bike. Then, he remembered the way Saint grabbed him in the alley. Finn wasn’t a small or weak man but Saint handled him like a rag doll. And the unexpected threat had been a shock. He was willing to admit that he might have been out of line but learning that Saint could casually kick his ass and not care was severely disappointing. Finn straightened his spine and hung on to his irritation and anger as he went to the door and swung it open. Saint was leaning against the frame and Finn tried not to breathe too deeply or notice how warm his skin looked as Saint’s lips curved invitingly. Finn scowled before he turned and went back to the table.
    “I do have a phone. I could have saved you the trouble if you would have called first,” Finn grumbled as he dropped onto his seat and picked up his spoon. Saint shook his head as he shut the door then went to the fridge. He pulled it open and Finn saw his head pull back before he shook it softly. Finn raised a brow as he watched Saint grab a beer then twist the top off and toss it in the trash. “I take it you’re planning to hang out long enough to drink a beer,” Finn said as he stirred his cereal and Saint raised a shoulder before he took the seat closest to Finn’s. Finn frowned into the bowl and hated his stomach for giving into the flutters that destroyed his appetite.
    “I can’t have your number in my phone. That would look bad,” Saint explained and Finn shook his head in disbelief. Saint ignored it. “I don’t have to be anywhere for hours,” Saint said and Finn refused to acknowledge the flickering of his nerves or look at Saint. “Your fridge looks like it belongs in a frat house.” He took a drink and looked around the kitchen. Finn chewed his lip for a moment as he debated whether or not he wanted to encourage Saint to stay.
    “I take it you’ve spent time in frat houses,” Finn said and Saint’s body became tense and he shifted in his seat. His head jerked toward Finn’s bowl.
    “Is that your dinner?” Saint asked and Finn narrowed his eyes as he studied Saint. Finn knew that Saint was never going to be completely honest with him but there was something there, just beneath the surface that Finn kept catching a glimpse of and it was beyond confusing. Finn looked back down at his bowl and nodded. “Are you going to eat it?” Saint asked and Finn sighed and shook his head.
    “I’m not hungry anymore,” he said then pushed his seat back. He took the bowl to the sink and rinsed it. “Why are you here?” Finn asked as he reached for the soap.
    “I thought you’d want to know that I talked to Wes about keeping kids out of the club,” he announced and Finn didn’t know how to take it. He blinked rapidly as he scrubbed the bowl.
    “Thank you,” he said quietly as he rinsed the bowl clean. “What did he say?” Finn asked and he heard Saint drinking and waited.
    “He didn’t commit one way or the other but I think he’s going to consider it. I think I convinced him they’re more trouble than they’re worth,” Saint said and Finn pulled his lips in to stop the smile that threatened as his chest filled with warmth.
    “Thank you for trying. I appreciate it,” Finn said and he heard Saint chuckle as he got up and Finn’s body became taut as he tried to track Saint’s movements behind him.
    “I didn’t just do it for you,” he said and Finn sensed that