Chapter 10“Lucy, I’m home.”
“Ricky!” Finn greeted me at the door.
“You…uh…” I fumbled to get my key out, taken by the sight of him in a pair of my nylon gym shorts and a tank top. “You know I Love Lucy?”
“I’ve heard of it. Lucy and Ricky are married.”
“Yeah.”
“Something wrong?” Finn looked down. “Oh.” The thinness of fabric left absolutely nothing to the imagination, save for touch and taste, which I was definitely imagining. “Your clothes,” he said. “I was pushy. Mine really needed washed. They’re down in the basement, still. In the dryer. These were right out and…”
“It’s fine.”
“I was smelly—even more so after walking around putting up flyers. Gwen got a duffel bag stuffed with clothes out of the bus for me before Pete had it towed, at least. My winter clothes. That’s why I haven’
