“You’re home early,” Luke said with some surprise when Finn walked into the room.
“It’s four thirty. My usual time when I work eight to four.” He came over to the sofa. “That must be a good book, that you didn’t hear me drive up.”
“A mystery, and I’m trying to figure out who the killer is,” Luke said, showing him the cover.
“I could tell you, but that wouldn’t be any fun.” Finn dropped down beside him, kissing his cheek. “So what did you do all day?”
“Studied. Ugh. Took Tae for a walk and then…” Luke hesitated.
“Yes?”
“Don’t kill me, but I got nosy. This book belonged to Kelan and I wondered what he looked like, and…” Luke chewed his lower lip.
“You peeked into my room, hoping I had some pictures of him?”
“Yeah,” Luke admitted. “Are you mad?”
“Why would I be? I think I’d be more s
