"You could still back out," I tell Finn as we walk up the front steps of the house.
He laughs heartily and shakes his head.
"Now why would I do that princess?"
I internally groan, knowing he has no idea how Christian can be. He's been so jealous lately that
I've had to reassure him at every turn, calling him throughout my day so he doesn't feel
threatened.
"Okay..." I say opening the door and motioning for him to enter dramatically.
This is going to be an interesting dinner.
"Christian?!" I call.
My voice echos and I hear a pan clutter in the kitchen.
"I'm in here helping Tony," he yells.
I look over at Finn who has an odd sparkle to his blue eyes and a grin that he can't seem to hold
back.
"Let's go," I say walking to kitchen.
Christian is kneeling in front of the l
