Page 22 of The Wedding Bargain

"Hey," I say. "Can we talk?"

Finn's voice is warm and steady on the other end of the line. "Of course, Jenny. What's going on?"

"I'll tell you when I get there," I say. "Do you still live in that little cabin east of town?"

"Yeah," he replies. "Need the address?"

"Nope…I know where it is," I say. "I'll see you soon."

I hang up and get changed out of my ugly pajamas and into an animal rescue t-shirt and jeans, not bothering to tidy my messy hair. Then I grab my purse and race down the stairs, finding my parents still sitting at the breakfast table.

"How'd it go?" my mom asks.

I nod. "Good…I mean, depending on your definition. Regardless, it's over."

"Where are you going?" Dad calls after me as I make my way to the door.

"There's someone I need to see," I call over my shoulder as I slide my feet into my chucks. "I'll be back later, okay?"

They're still asking questions when I step through the door, my keys jingling. I can't wait to talk to him; I just called off my engagement because of Finn Carson, and I don't even know if he feels the same way.

What I do know is that, by the end of the day, I'll have my answer.

Chapter ten

Finn

I'montheedgeof my seat as I wait for Jenny to show up.

I've been thinking about the kiss ever since it happened, waffling back and forth between feeling guilty and feeling absolutely ecstatic. The only thing I don't like about it is that she was upset, and I'm now convinced that she's driving over here to chew me out.

And maybe she is. I mean...I deserve it. I sat on my hands for years, and I never did a damn thing to win her over until she was taken. I still haven't;shewas the one who had to make a move.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I practically jump out of my seat when I hear a knock at the door, and I have to force myself not to run to get it. I don't want her to think I'm too excited, especially if she's about to scream at me for tempting her or something. I'm holding my breath as I pull the door open, and find Jenny on the other side.

She's so small--just over five feet, always has been--but her presence seems to fill the door frame. Yeah...I have itrealbad, because she's not dressed up or anything and she looks like the prettiest thing I've ever seen.

I step aside to let her in. "Uh...come on in," I say.

She licks her lips. "Thanks."

Jenny steps across the threshold and I shut the door behind her, my heart pounding. It feels like the thud of the door closing is the start of something...but maybe that's just wishful thinking.

"Coffee?" I ask.

It's still early. That's normal.

"You got anything stronger?" she shoots back.

I grin, relieved that I'm not the only one thinking it. My nerves are shot.

"Absolutely," I reply.

I go over to the kitchen and grab a bottle of whiskey I save for special occasions, trying not to let on that my hand is shaking. I don't think guys are supposed to get butterflies like this--but that seems to be the new thing with Jenny, a girl I've spent endless hours shooting the shit with. She slides into a seat at the kitchen island, perched on one of the barstools with her hands clasped tightly on the island's surface.

She gives me a grateful nod when I pass over a tumbler of amber whiskey, no ice.