Chapter Six
Jana
I snagged my purse off the counter and spun around to look over at Finn. Smokey was snuggled up against his chest, purring like mad. I bit my lip to keep from laughing, if only because Finn looked flummoxed.
“Well, he likes you. That’s a win,” I finally said.
As if he’d suddenly discovered he’d made a fool of himself, Smokey bolted from Finn’s arms and over to the windowsill. I hadn't realized I’d secretly hoped Finn would be wearing his uniform. I didn't know what that said about me, although I had to admit he looked just as delicious in his faded black jeans, his muscled legs outlined through the worn fabric, and his loose button-down shirt. His shoulders filled it out quite nicely. But then I imagined his shoulders filled out anything quite nicely. His straight dark
