June’s Point of View
“Where were you last night?”
“Why the hell didn’t you come home?”
“And why are you walking in like a ghost—late and in yesterday’s clothes?!”
Those three questions hit me like bullets the moment I stepped into Belle’s shop.
I didn’t even have a chance to breathe.
Just as I feared—Finn was here, arms crossed and brows furrowed, pacing like a madman. Belle stood behind the counter, jaw tight, eyes narrowed in that investigative way that made me feel like I was being interrogated at a crime scene.
I froze, the bell above the door still jingling behind me. My mouth opened… then closed.
God. What was I supposed to say?
How do you tell your two closest friends that you spent the night in the arms of the man you’ve been aching for—and that you gave him more than just
