days,” Finn cried. “Surely to God you two can ease up on the wall-banging sex for a couple of days!”
Snickering, Olivia shook her head. “Sorry, Finn. I’m with them on this. As much as I like all of you,” she said, wincing slightly, “at the end of the day, I really like getting away from you, too.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Jess laughed. “It was one of the first things I warned Kate about when she arrived; we all need our space and there’s not much of that to be had around here, so you need to take it wherever you can.”
Why wasn’t anyone listening to Finn?
“It’s not like you’d be staying in the lodge forever,” he growled. “You can move back to the A-frames as soon as the
Hooked
people leave. What’s the big deal?”
“The bedrooms downstairs are pretty much empty.” Liam’s casual shrug was almost enough to make Finn want to punch him. “So it’s just easier to move them in down there instead of switching us all around.”
Easier for whom? It sure as hell wasn’t going to be easy for Finn, knowing that those thin sheets of drywall Kate mentioned would be the only thing separating Sam from Jess. They might not be together at the moment, but Finn wasn’t stupid. There wasn’t a woman alive who didn’t think Sam Ross was the hottest thing going, and a guy would have to be a complete idiot to not want to be with Jess.
So, yeah, Finn wanted a hell of a lot more than drywall between them—like, how about staircases and different floors? How about a couple of hundred meters of lawn, with the very real possibility of a bear attack? Yeah, that’d be more like it.
“Wait,” he said. “Ro’s coming home for this, so he’s going to need somewhere to sleep.”
“He can bunk with you.” Liam took a short sip of his Guinness, then lifted his free hand. “Come on, Finn, you said it yourself—it’s a couple of days. It’s not like they’re staying forever.”
Well…shit
.
How the hell was he supposed to argue against his own damn point? He couldn’t.
If Jess and Sam were going to hook up again—something Finn definitely couldn’t rule out after hearing Kate and Olivia snickering about it in the kitchen—then…
ugh
…maybe Finn would go sleep on one of the boats.
Unless…
Jess didn’t seem all that excited when she found out Sam was coming to the Buoys, so maybe she wasn’t keen on him sleeping in the family quarters, so close to her.
“What do you think about it?” he asked, tipping his chin in her direction. “Are you okay with having them down there?”
“Yeah.” She half-choked, keeping her gaze fixed firmly on her glass. “It’s fine.”
Didn’t sound fine to Finn, and thankfully it must not have sounded fine to Liam or Kate, either.
“We won’t do it if you’re not a hundred percent on this,” Kate said. “We don’t want it to be awkward for you.”
“No, really, it’s fine.” She gave them one of those dismissive-type waves. “It’s just…you know…kind of weird that he’s going to be here, is all.”
“Atta girl,” Olivia cheered, grinning as she winked. “I bet he’d be happy to bunk with you if you asked, and that’d free up a whole ’nother room!”
Jess’s only response to that was a lackluster grin, not even half the size of Olivia’s, and a shrug. Then she downed the rest of her brew and pushed to her feet.
“Enough of this. Drink up; we’ve got work to do.”
They all grumbled quietly but didn’t waste time finishing their drinks and heading off in different directions. Olivia went straight to the kitchen, the one place at the Buoys where she ruled above all else, while Jess disappeared into the tiny back office to take care of the previous week’s bookwork.
As they did every week, Liam, Kate, and Finn rotated through the work that needed doing, which meant it was Finn’s turn to clean the three cabins that lined the cove. He would have preferred doing boat and dock maintenance, but there was no way Kate