Draw Me In (Greenpoint Artists) by Quinn Talia

Author:Quinn, Talia [Quinn, Talia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Exeter Street Books
Published: 2014-01-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Morning light streamed in through the tall windows. Raven needed to stretch. Eat. Pee. But she remained lying down under the red-checkered picnic blanket because Finn lay next to her, lightly snoring.

He’d stayed. He’d stripped down to his boxers and T-shirt, then slid under the coverlet with her, nestling against her, keeping her warm all night, his heartbeat steady under her ear.

He was still here. She could feel his morning arousal temptingly firm against her hip, the possibility turning her on. But it felt wrong to do anything. As if it would break a fragile trust.

So she lay in bed listening to his heartbeat, counting his breaths, and wondering what came next.

Until the sound of a key turning in the door sent her bolt upright. The doorknob rotated, and she grabbed the blanket to cover herself and Finn. Which made no sense, since they were both wearing T-shirts.

Finn raised himself up onto his elbows, sleepily puzzled. “Raven…?” Then he whipped around toward the door as four people burst inside. “Oh Christ.”

“You know them?”

He grimaced, addressing the group at the door. “Mom. Dad. Michael, I guess you spent the night? And Nate. What the hell are you all doing here?” He got up out of bed and put on his jeans, unselfconscious in front of their audience, then headed for the door.

The elegant black man Raven had seen before held up a key ring apologetically. “Your family invaded my home, demanding I come here and let them in. They said your Volvo was parked out front, that they’d called…”

Raven got up as Finn led the group out of the room. The older woman—Finn’s mother, presumably—threw a look back at her before following her son out. “And called and called.” She had dark hair streaked with gray, which she’d bunched into two incongruously young pigtails, and she wore a colorful batik shirt paired with a clashing maxi skirt. She looked like a too-early morning—overly bright and painfully loud. “Why is it easier to get hold of your office manager than to find our own son?”

Raven could hear the office door creak open, hear Finn saying, “You found me. Now you can leave.”

Once she’d donned a clean pair of pants, she hastened through the door, still zipping them up. She joined the group in Finn’s still-dark office in time to see him fishing in his pocket and coming up empty-handed.

“I must have left the phone at home. Or in the car.” He paused, glancing over at Raven. “I parked in a hurry last night.”

She felt an uncomfortable stirring in her chest. He’d been worried about her.

“But that’s not a reason to come all the way here looking for me. I’m a grown man, Mom. I don’t live with you anymore. Haven’t for ages.”

“You can’t even stand spending a few hours under the same roof, apparently. Ever since we got here, you flee at night and don’t come back until morning. Have you been spending your nights here? With her?” The rotund, colorfully dressed woman gazed at Raven dismissively.

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