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Sophie leaned her head back until I kissed her. \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d I reached past her and closed her laptop, and two seconds later, the doorbell chimed announcing Finn\u2019s arrival. I gave Sophie one more kiss against her temple, then went to answer the door. I was nervous, palms sweaty when I unlocked the deadbolt and grabbed the doorknob. When I pulled the door open, Finn was there and instead of being dressed for work as I expected, he looked like he was fresh out of a shower.<\/p>\n

His brown hair darker than normal, slicked back with a few loose strands falling in front of his forehead. He had on a plain white t-shirt and light denim jeans, cuffed above his bare ankles and an expensive-looking pair of white sneakers. Finn also had a bag slung over his shoulder and an expression on his face that did nothing to hide his nervousness.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey,\u201d I greeted, stepping out of the way to let him in. \u201cHey.\u201d This was different from our dinner date the night before, certainly different from his outing with Sophie. There was no hiding what the intent of our weekend was, and while we\u2019d already explored various forms of intimacy together, all of us knew whatever happened next was going to be big. \u201cDo you want to put your bag in the bedroom?\u201d<\/p>\n

I asked. \u201cYours or the guest room?\u201d \u201cWhatever feels best. Sophie\u2019s in the dining room. Come find us after you decide.\u201d Finn eyed me warily before disappearing down the hallway. I didn\u2019t wait to see which room he chose, knowing either would be fine. When I got back to the dining room, Sophie had poured herself a glass of wine and she stood in the middle of the kitchen frowning at the whiskey.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s got you looking so out of sorts?\u201d I asked. \u201cI don\u2019t know how to make a Manhattan,\u201d she said. The quiet slap of Finn\u2019s bare feet against the floor grew louder behind us, and he slid one arm around Sophie\u2019s waist and propped his chin on her shoulder. \u201cDo you want me to show you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sophie made a demure little sound that had no place coming out of someone who had on such an indecent set of lingerie under their clothes. Finn skated his hands up her sides, taking her top with him until his fingers brushed against the dark lace of her bra. He kissed the side of her neck, baring his teeth against her skin.<\/p>\n

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Edited by | Jordan Buchanan Cover Design | Kate Hawthorne All rights reserved. No part of this story may be used, reproduced, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the written permission of the copyright holder, except in the case of brief quotations embodied within critical reviews and articles.<\/p>\n

This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents are products of the writer\u2019s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not meant to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, persons, or organizations is entirely coincidental. 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS 1. Finn 2. Finn 3. Sophie 4. Daniel 5. Finn 6. Finn 7. Daniel 8. Sophie 9. Finn 10. Finn 11. Sophie 12. Daniel 13. Finn 14. Finn 15. Daniel 16. Sophie 17. Finn 18. Finn 19. Sophie 20.<\/p>\n

Daniel 21. Finn 22. Finn 23. Daniel 24. Sophie 25. Finn 26. Finn 27. Sophie 28. Daniel 29. Finn 30. Finn 31. Daniel 32. Sophie 33. Finn 34. Finn 35. Sophie 36. Daniel 37. Finn 38. Finn 39. Daniel 40. Sophie 41. Finn 42. Finn Also by Kate Hawthorne About Kate Hawthorne 1kitap1.com\/en M CHAPTER 1 FINN y baby brother looked more like Marshall than ever when he reached across the center console of his car to pop the handle and open the passenger door of his car for me\u2026all while being parked alongside the curb in front of the sheriff\u2019s department.<\/p>\n

\u201cFinn,\u201d he said. I slipped into the passenger side of his car, put the seat back, and covered my eyes with my forearm. \u201cPlease don\u2019t,\u201d I begged. Most of my brothers had seen me in various stages of my life. Hunter was probably the most familiar with the ins and outs of my personality, my pet peeves, my dreams, with Marshall a close second on account of the way he fathered us all.<\/p>\n

But Smith\u2026Smith was the furthest removed from that inescapable kind of knowing that only came from being someone\u2019s brother. It was mostly because he was nearly ten years younger than me and partly because he\u2019d come into the Covington name later in life than Hunter and I had, later than Marshall.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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