Covet (Sinful Secrets 3)

I giggle as I weave a bit along the road toward Gammy’s. I’m a bit sloshed. A wee bit, that’s all. Will he think it funny? What will Baby do? I’m a git; the lamb won’t notice. I laugh at my own madness.

I’m there on the porch before I realize my colossal error. I fix what’s wrong and stash the evidence inside the tiny pocket on the front of my pans. Then I knock. I’m transfixed by my own fist moving.

I giggle when he opens the door. I watch as his lips bend into a frown and his blue eyes widen. “Finley. Are you…drinking?”

I’m howling.

It’s right hilarious how startled he looks. “Anna’s fault,” I wheeze between cackles as I clutch his shirt. His arm goes around me. “What did she give you?”

“Wine.”

He laughs. “What kind of wine was it?”

“The whining kind.” I dissolve into giggles again, and he scoops me up and carries me into the kitchen, where he sets me at the table. I giggle further as I wobble in my chair.

“Hold onto the table.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Siren. This is a surprise.”

“I’m such a git!”

I hear him chuckle behind me.

“Am I annoying?”

“You?”

I nearly fall again as I look over my shoulder at him.

“C’mon, Siren.” He steps to me, and I feel his arm hand on my shoulder. “Hold onto that table for me, okay? I don’t want my Finny getting hurt.”

I giggle.

He looks into my eyes, and I watch as his lips curve slowly upward. “I think you need some water.”

I belch softly. My hand slaps over my mouth. I hear his low laugh, followed by the sound of water running. “Don’t worry, I’ve got ya covered.”

He sits beside me with a tall glass of water and two small, round M&Ms.

“Advil.” His strong-looking fingers push it toward me.

“Advil.” I pout. “So…I swallow them?” I rub one with my fingertip.

“Siren, Siren…” He picks up the pills. “Are you pill first or water first?”

I tilt my head. “I don’t quite follow.”

“When you’re taking something.”

I laugh, airy. “I don’t know. I take nothing.”

“Let’s do the pill first. Then you drink a little water, wash it down.”

I love his face as he helps me. “You’re so good-looking. It should be a sin.” My eyelids feel so weighted suddenly. “I suppose it is.” My words sound slurred.

“How much of the bottle did Anna have?” I hear him ask it distantly.

“Not much. Because her breasts are VIPs.”

He chuckles. “Are they?”