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babe.”
    Whatever that meant. The rush of fear and
excitement that went through me told me he was absolutely right,
though.
    “It’s just that if we wait for me, Finn, we
might never be ready,” I said, leaning down to kiss his chin. “You
might have to push a little.”
    He just lifted his eyebrows. No, he was
right. Ginger was clearly out of my boundaries. Better to leave it
be.
    It’s just that I loved ginger so much.
    He got me up and into the bedroom. He laid
me out on the bed and came over me. This was my favorite view of
Finn, his body stretched over mine, propped on his elbows, his
muscles hard, kissing me or smiling at me or just looking down at
me.
    I guess I wasn’t too particular about how I
got my Finn.

 
Eleven
     

    ~ Jane ~
     
    SUNLIGHT, MILKY GOLDEN and soft, unfurled into the
bedroom. It drifted over my face. I pulled the sheets over my head
and stretched out a hand. Rumpled sheets, fluffed pillows and lots
of them. The scent of sex and Finn.
    I smiled into the pillow.
    Something nudged my arm. Something rubbery
and insistent. It nudged again.
    I slowly tugged the sheets off my head and
craned me head around to peer over the side of the bed.
    A dog smiled back at me. He sat very
politely beside the bed, very German Shepherd-y, with a long
black-and-tan muzzle, his mouth open, his eyes half-shut, tongue
lolling out.
    “Max,” I whispered. “Hey there.”
    He got up, tail wagging, and sniffed me from
head to tail, probably because he was so good at that sort of
thing. Then he gave me a lick and sat back down, his mouth open in
an expectant doggy-smile.
    “You know about the steak, don’t you?” I
whispered.
    “Max.” Finn’s voice drifted in, quietly
calling. Max hopped up and trotted out of the room without a
backward glance. On three legs.
    I sat up and watched him go, wondering what
had happened to his fourth leg and when it had happened, and if
Finn had gotten him before or after.
    All this thinking must have clicked my mind
into gear pre-caffeine, because I suddenly remembered I had to go
to work.
    I leapt up and hurried into the bathroom.
After a quick shower, I stepped out into the steamy bathroom and
found a thick, folded towel there with a fresh toothbrush on top,
along with a comb and a small hairdryer.
    “Is this all for me?” I called out.
    “No,” came a call from the other room. “It’s
for the woman I have coming over later.”
    “Oh yeah? Well, I’m going to stick the
toothbrush in the toilet, so don’t tell her.”
    “Will do.”
    I touched the comb. “I brought my own stuff
from the hotel.”
    “I didn’t know what you had.”
    I smiled—that’s what I’d said last night
about his kitchen—and touched the toothbrush. It was bright red.
“Why do you have a supply of extra toothbrushes? Do you have a lot
of girlfriends?”
    “No, I have a Costco membership.”
    I laughed and my eye fell on a charger. A
phone charger. One that would fit my phone. It had not been here
yesterday.
    I touched it with my fingertips, then closed
my eyes.
    Then, because he’d gone to all this work, I
used everything he’d brought me, even the stuff I didn’t need. I
even ran back to the bedroom and grabbed my phone out of my bag and
plugged it in. I smiled at it sitting there on the back of his
toilet.
    Then I went into the kitchen.
    He was sitting on the long built-in bench
beside the table. His hair rumpled, his face unshaved, his eyes
dark and gorgeous, watching me. I smiled a bit tentatively, and he
held out hand.
    As I went, I saw Max romping out on the
green grass. Finn took my fingers and tugged me forward into his
lap. Then he kissed me. It was a pretty good way to wake up. Even
if I was running late.
    “I met Max,” I told him.
    “Good.”
    “He sniffed me out under the covers.”
    “He’s very good at what he does.”
    “Can I ask what happened to his leg?” I said
softly, even though I should have left it alone, because I got a
bad feeling inside me. I’d