Chapter 62

ANNA. Neil looks at me like I’ve grown another head on my shoulders. Then he closes his eyes, breathes in deeply, and starts laughing. No. Laughing is too mild a word for what he does. He guffaws so hard, that Finn stirs in his sleep. My cheeks burn, and I glare at him. “What’s so funny? Is the idea of being a woman like me so ridiculous? I’m not hot enough for you? I still look great in bikinis. I could switch up the old-fashioned—” “Stop talking, Brianna. You’re only making it worse.” He walks over and the bed dips as he sits, placing Finn in the free space beside me. My son sticks his thumb in his mouth and his other hand closes around Neil’s finger, holding on tightly. Lord, is this a sign? I mean, he’s not bad-looking. His eyes are a glistening blue, like ocean drops, and as he holds my gaze, it feels like he’s cut me open, peering right into my heart and thoughts. His dangerously curved lips tilt upwards, revealing a very white set of teeth, and when he pulls back, his dark