Page 10 of Primal
My thumbs linger over the screen as I weigh my conversation with Uncle Sean.It’s lunch with a few people I connect with.How bad can being friends with them actually be?
Looking forward to it!
JORGE
Yes, girl! I am going to get to wingman the fuck out of you this weekend!
The lunch! I mean about the lunch!
LAYLA
Pretty sure you just absolutely crushed him. LOL.
Sorry, Jorge.
JORGE
It’s fine. I’ll just cry into my rosé
Or the hairy muscular chest of my date tonight.
“Gross,” I mutter at the thought of my face being pressed into a hairy chest as I set my things on the table and shake my head.
Uncle Sean isn’t going to like this. Not one bit.
CHAPTER EIGHT
FINNIGAN
“UncailFinn!” Fiona screams my name in greeting as I walk through the front door. She’s so excited, you’d think she hadn’t seen me in weeks. She barrels through the living room in her princess pajamas and jumps into my arms.
Catching her, I grunt, “Hi peanut.”
“Did you come to take me swimming?” she whispers.
“Are you trying to get me into trouble?” I tease. “I’m here to pick up your dad.”
“He’s upstairs getting dressed,” she informs me as I carefully place her on the floor.
“A stóirín,” Declan calls down the stairs. “Is there a reason you aren’t in bed?”
Her lips purse, and her eyes widen when she realizes she’s in trouble. Giving her a playful tap, I urge, “You better get that cute little butt of yours upstairs.”
“Good night,UncailFinn.”
“How was lunch the other day?” I ask Quinn as I walk into the kitchen.
“Finnigan Evans,” she draws out my name and smirks. “Are you interested in my fried pickles and cheeseburger or the pretty blonde I caught you flirting with?”
Placing a chaste kiss on her cheek, I wink. “Definitely the pickles. You know I only have eyes for you, Quinn.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she quips with a knowing smile.
Grabbing a bar stool and saddling up to the counter, I huff. “Are you really going to make me ask?”
“No. But I’ll tell you now, Finn, she’s not one of your little one-night-stands.” Quinn crosses her arms, and they rest slightly on her belly before she drops them onto the white granite of the island to lean closer to me. “If that’s your interest in her, just walk away.”
Why does everyone assume I’m incapable of anything other than a one-night-stand?