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Finn is always smiles in public. He has a fun, public persona to maintain.
    I turn around and look up at him. “Let’s go home.”
    He shakes his head and peers down at me. There’s a look in his eye that worries me.
    “Let’s go over there.” He indicates with his chin to some white storage sheds outside of the track. He grabs my hand and walks us through the dwindling crowd. I look back at Rod and shrug my shoulders. A few women try to chat Finn up as we walk, but surprisingly he politely declines. He never does that. He usually welcomes any opportunity to flirt. He stops us only once to give a little boy an autograph.
    We walk over the track and up a small hill leading up to the sheds. There are still people milling around, but not like the hot mess we were just in, and even that is beginning to thin out. Finn leads me behind a shed. He releases my hand as he leans his back and a foot against the wall, while I stand a few feet in front of him, suddenly nervous at what he might say.
    He says, “I can’t go home with you tonight. I need to wrap up a few things here and then go to my apartment.” The muscles in his jaw tense sexily. “I have to work tonight.”
    Irritated, I ask, “Work tonight? You don’t usually have to anchor Saturday nights. We had plans, Finn!” Just sitting at home, but still. We only really see each other on the weekends.
    “I know. I’m sorry. Tony’s wife went into labor before the race, so he can’t work tonight. I have to wrap up here, go home, take a shower, and then go to the station early.” He reaches for my hand and pulls me to him. His deep brown eyes bore into my green. “Stay with me tonight, baby.”
    “Morgan, Ivan and I are going with Rod to the kite festival in the morning.”
    “Kite festival? Shit. I forgot.” He looks away and his jaw flexes again, his late-afternoon beard rippling delectably over his lightly bronzed skin. What’s he thinking?
    He wearily sighs. “I’ll come over tonight. It’ll just be late when I get there.” I’m a jerk.
    “No, I’ll come over. I’ll just have to leave early in the morning.”
    “I don’t care whose bed we’re in.” He pushes off of the wall, leans down and whispers in my ear, wrapping his fingers around the nape of my neck. “I need you with me tonight, Becks.” He slowly pulls away and tilts his head, staring intently into my eyes.
    I reach up and run my fingers through the scruff on his jaw. “I do, too. I miss you.” I want him with me all the time. Is that being too clingy?
    He strokes my cheek. “I miss you, too. So much.” His eyes search mine. “We need to talk about that.” My heart stops as I stare at him, unblinking. Talk about what? Has he changed his mind about us getting married?
    I dreamily nod my head. “Yes, we do need to talk.”
    “Not until after I show you how much I’ve missed you. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through work. I’m going to be thinking about us being together every second.” So will I.
    “I’ll be waiting for you in your bed.” I smile as his lips slide into an astounding grin. He digs his fingers up around my ponytail and he passionately kisses me, which stuns me. He never initiates kisses with me in front of his fans. If I kiss him, he’ll give me a quick kiss in return, but he never starts them when there are people watching us, and definitely not at this level of intensity. I move my hands to his chest and run my fingers along the leather before gently pushing him away.
    I giggle. “I don’t want to overexcite you again.”
    He smiles impishly. “Too late. I’ve been there all week.” Me, too.
    I playfully pout. “I really wanted to take this suit off of you later.” I temptingly tug down the zipper until I see he’s wearing a black T-shirt with BVB in bold letters for one of his favorite bands, Black Veil Brides. I put my fingers on his shirt and scrunch the material beneath my fingers, feeling his chest hair underneath. His breathing