His eyes widen. “Of course it’s true. I’ve been wanting to tell you that for a long time.”
I smile. “Me, too.”
A bit of the tension rolls off of him and he brings one hand to my side. “I’d been worried I’d scare you off—that it was too soon, or you’d think I only said it to get in your pants.”
I touch his washboard abs. “All you have to do is show me your stomach and I’ll do pretty much anything.”
We both laugh, and he throws both his arms around me, pulling me in for a hug.
“Ironically, if BD bought that for me to wear for him, he wasted his money. I’m glad you’re the one that got to enjoy it.”
He frowns, clearly not ready for me to joke about it.
“I hate being manipulated—but most of all I don’t like the idea of someone stalking you like this.”
“Ezra has some thoughts on it.”
His eyebrow arches. “He does?”
“Yeah, sometimes it pays to be friends with a deviant—he thinks like them.”
He shakes his head. “Are we okay? I’m sorry I got so angry.”
“You’re emotional, Finn. Passionate. It’s one reason I love you.”
“It’s not okay if it upsets you.”
“I’m not upset.”
He nods and holds my eye. “I love you, Kenley Keene.”
“I love you too, Finn Holloway.”
As I say it, I wonder if whoever is behind the BD account knows that, and if that’s one reason why they’re targeting me.
I look up and see Ezra nudging Ozzy toward us.
“We need to figure out how they’re getting in the house,” Ezra says. “No break-in?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Do you leave doors unlocked?” Ozzy asks.
Again, I shake her head.
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“What about through the window?” Finn asks. “That’s how I got in. You don’t always lock it.”
“You think someone’s breaking into your house, then jumping across the houses and breaking into my room?” I grimace. “That seems even too risky for this asshole.”
“Well,” Finn runs his hand through his hair, “there’s the key under your porch. Maybe someone knows about it.”
“I don’t know who—seriously, it’s just something my mom left out there for me when I was in middle school if she wasn’t at home. I haven’t used it in years, definitely not since I started driving.” I think for a second and then it hits me. My eyes pop wide. “You know who would know?”
“Who?” Ezra asks eagerly.
“Rose. She would have known.”