Finn Rhodes Forever: A Spicy Small Town Second Chance Romance (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 4)
Finn Rhodes Forever: Chapter 56

I POUNDED on the front door with urgency until Sam opened it with a baffled expression.

“I need the keys,” I wheezed, catching my breath. “To the Porsche. I’m sorry to ask like this but it’s an emergency.”

He lifted an eyebrow, studying me with curiosity.

“Please, Sam.” I straightened up. “I won’t crash it, I promise. I need it. I have to go get Finn.”

He folded his arms over his chest, watching me for what felt like eternity before he smiled.

“Alright. Meet me by the garage.”

Moments later, the garage door opened and Sam pulled a protective sheet off the emerald car. It was spotless and sparkling.

“You know how to drive stick?” he asked, holding the keys out.

I nodded and took them. “My dad taught me.”

“Good.” He nodded once, folding his arms. “Alright, tiger, go get him.”

I got in the driver’s side and turned the key. The old engine roared to life, humming under the hood, and I gave Sam a wave as I backed the car out.

Next door, my mom was watering plants in the front yard. She spotted me in the car and her expression changed.

She knew what this car meant. Everyone did.

In the Rhodes’ driveway, I killed the engine while Sam lowered the garage door and went back inside. My mom stood there, staring at me.

“What are you doing?” she asked, gesturing at the car.

I dragged in a breath, steadying myself as I got out of the car and walked over to her.

“I’m going to see Finn.”

She let out a laugh of disbelief. “You heard what happened?”

“Yeah.” My chest felt tight as I folded my arms. “I did.”

We stared at each other. Frustration and anguish wove through my gut.

“I love you,” I told her, “and also, you need to cut people some slack.”

Her jaw dropped at my tone.

“Cole showed up today.”

“What?”

“Yep.” I nodded. “We had ice cream at the marina. He has a counselor and he’s in AA. He felt like we didn’t need him, that’s why he stopped calling and showing up.” I shook my head at her. “He saw Joe being Superdad and didn’t want to mess up what we had. He felt like he wasn’t good enough for us.”

She blinked, emotion flashing through her eyes. Shock rose in her expression, along with something else.

Regret, maybe. Pensiveness. Maybe she was wondering how it could have been if we had all just had a conversation.

“Finn told me what you said.”

Confusion flickered through her eyes. “What did I say?”

“When we were teenagers, you said something like ‘Olivia doesn’t need you dragging her down’ or something. Everyone called him the devil and joked about what a dirtbag he was, and then you said that and that’s why he left when we were teenagers. Because he thought I’d be better off without him.” I shifted on my feet. “And maybe you still think that, but I don’t.” My throat worked. “He’s the only one who believed in me about the flower. He hauled ass around those mountains so I could finish my PhD.”

My heart twisted.

“I’m not better off without him, and all that other stuff is in the past,” I continued, heart slamming in my chest. We didn’t talk like this, her and I. “Things with Cole are in the past, and things with Finn are in the past. People fuck up, and I want to move on.”

Her forehead creased as she listened. The garden bed she was watering flooded.

I shrugged. “You got pregnant at twenty in a less than ideal situation, but it doesn’t make you a bad person, and you aren’t defined by your mistakes. Same as them.”

The stuff that had happened with Finn in the past? It was only a small part of us. My mind rushed to the good moments—lying on the roof, staring at the stars. Laughing in front of the campfire. Racing on our bikes with the wind in our hair. Him whispering that he loved me.

Those were the moments that had made us. They were so sweet they made my heart ache.

“I lost you in the grocery store once.”

My head snapped up. “What?”

She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. “Scariest moment of my life. You were in the candy aisle ten feet away but I’ll never forget that terror.” She opened her eyes and shook her head to herself. “Finn looked rattled yesterday and I didn’t help.” Her eyes flickered again with emotion as she met my gaze. “I’m sorry.”

In my chest, something eased and I nodded. “Okay.” I gestured at the car. “I have to go.”

She nodded. “Alright.” She swallowed. “Let’s have Finn over for dinner next week, okay?”

The corner of my mouth tipped up. “Sure.”

I got back in the car, turned the engine on, and backed out of the driveway. I called Miri and asked where Finn was, and she called me back within minutes with a report that Finn’s old Mustang was parked in front of a little bungalow a street away from the marina—Beck’s house.

Within minutes, I arrived in front of the small, quaint home. Perfectly manicured garden beds sat out front with bright, blooming flowers. There was a white picket fence, and the windows even had shutters. I tried to remember who lived here before Beck.

His black Mustang was parked in the driveway. I parked behind it and turned off the car before heading up to the front door.

I had to tell a guy that I loved him.