Protecting Love (LarssonSiblingSeries #3)

CHAPTER NINE

Betty

"Is there something wrong with you?"

I stop rummaging through the boot of my car to peer at Finn who is searching the passenger seat. Something wrong with me? What does he mean?

"Er," I frown, seeing him pull out a carrier bag of some sorts. "No, I'm okay, thanks."

Finn opens the bag and slices his wide eyes on me. "Are you for real?"

Now I'm confused. "What are you going on about?"

"Have you always been this messy?"

I follow his fingers that point to the passenger seat decorated with clothes and shoes. I flush. "I know where everything is."

"Oh, yeah? So, the fact your car has been stored in your parent's garage for a good year tells me you won't have any idea what's in here."

It's one of those things where you intend on dropping your unwanted clothes to the charity shop, but don't actually get the time to, so said stuff stays where it is until you find the time to drive halfway around town.

"I bet my old gym gear is in there," I lift my nose in the air.

Finn pulls out a bright pink trainer, letting it dangle by the laces. "You're right. Well done, Curly. Next one?"

I think carefully. "My juicy couture handbag."

"I don't know what the fuck that is," he laughs, bending to get his head inside the car, pulling out a backpack. "This looks like a bag to me."

I beam. "Nah, wrong, sorry, dude."

Finn shrugs. "Back to my earlier question: Have you always been this messy?"

Some may call it mess - I prefer the term creativity. Yeah, I make art with my stuff.

"So, I've been told. I don't see it myself," I go back to searching for my gym pass in the boot.

I know it's in here somewhere - Aha! Oh, no, wait, that's just a receipt.

"I held my tongue on tour because I figured your constant need to drop your things on the floor was because you were always rushing around all the time. But, I now see it's a dirty habit. You need to get that shit sorted."

I roll my eyes. "Why are you so bothered anyway?"

"Because, I have to live with it," he snaps, dragging everything out of the car and onto the gravel.

I stomp over and start to pick it back up again. "You don't live with me."

"Yes," Finn snatches the clothes back, and damn him for being so blooming strong. The guy is a hulk. "I do. When we go back to America and have to share a hotel room, I'm a subject to your untidiness."

"Then get your own room," I smile sweetly, starting to tug back my clothes, hanging onto the leg of my fringed jeans.

Finn snorts, giving me the tug of war I wanted. "Then who will keep you company? I know you love my random facts."

Banging your head against the wall burns 150 calories an hour.

When hippos are upset, their sweat turns red.

King Henry VIII slept with a massive axe beside him.

Yeah, I just LOVE Finn Facts.

I laugh. "Spare me the details. I've heard it all before."

We stop tugging as something passes over Finn's expression and his hands release the tension. I get lost in the brown depths, seeing the light that sits on them. Finn is an enigma. There are so many layers to him; it's hard to see where you are going. But, that excites me. I want to be the girl to wear down his walls and release the real him.