Chapter Ten
Finn
"You going with me to church this morning?" My father's loud voice pulled me from sleep and scared the hell out of me.
I jerked up in the bed and looked around, making sure I was at my house like I thought I was.
"Yeah. Stop letting yourself in the damn door," I grumbled and got out of the bed before tugging on my jeans and walking out into the living room. "I could have had a girl in my bed."
"You almost always have a girl in your bed. I'd not be shocked by that. Seeing the same one more than once, now that would be heart stopping." My dad put his hand on his chest and acting as if he were having a heart attack.
"Funny. It's not like the old days, where your ma and pa put up a dowry and set you up with the perfect woman." I glanced over my shoulder and smirked at him. "You want coffee?"
"No. I already had mine, and I'm telling you that sleeping around might leave you feeling good for a night, but you'll soon hate yourself." My father was dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a button down shirt with a tie that matched, but barely.
"I already do." I shrugged and filled up a coffee mug before walking back to my room. "Give me ten minutes."
"You need to shower. I'm sure you had fun last night. You look like a mess."
"You're mistaken, but thanks for giving a rat's ass." I shut the door to the bedroom and slipped out of my jeans. I should have needed a shower with the way Cindy was pawing at me and rubbing up against me on the way back to the hotel, but I couldn't see myself taking her to bed.
Shit, I couldn't see myself taking anyone but Chloe. It was disturbing.
I wasn't sure if Cindy would remember me dropping them off, but when they woke up all piled in one room with my friends, I was sure they’d all start to remember of the events from the night before. I'd gotten all my friends and all of Chloe's friends into the hotel room Jared had rented and locked the door on my way out.
Why Brian hadn't stayed around to help me was a mystery. I'd have to get his ass later over it.
I walked back out in black slacks and a button down white shirt with my hair combed and my Sunday shoes polished.
"You almost look like a good guy," Dad snorted again and got up, pulling on his coat. "Grab a jacket. I'm thinking another cold front moved in early this morning."
"Yeah, I was carting around a bunch of drunk idiots when it hit." I grabbed my wool jacket from the closet and slipped my wallet in my back pocket. "You driving or me?"
"I'll drive."
* * * *
The service was lifeless, and the monotone voice of the preacher did nothing to help keep my eyes open. After only three hours of sleep, I was hurting as we sat there and stared at the choir loft. I wasn't particularly religious, but my father was, and having spent every Sunday beside him in a hard wooden pew, I couldn't think of another place to be on Sunday mornings. He wouldn't allow it, anyway. I would be married with kids, and his ass would still be showing up, making all of us go.
My lip lifted in a smirk at the thought of it.
I glanced around at the familiar faces of everyone who had been in my life for as long as I could remember and felt a sinking in my spirit. I didn't want to shovel driveways for the rest of my days. I wanted the promise of moving on, of building on my dreams like Brian kept reminding me of, but to build anything, you had to have money, and I was always in the red.
The only other thing that swept across my mind other than building a beautiful resort for families to visit in Aspen was Chloe. The hurt in her face as I bent down to kiss her friend the night before stung me. I shouldn't have done it, yet it had been far beyond my turn to throw a dagger. She laid me open with every word she swung at me on the dance floor. So I slept around. So the fuck what? Every guy my age and younger had done the same damn thing. She'd never had a one-night stand? I doubted it.
Anger burned through me, and I let out a sort sigh only to be elbowed by my dad.
"Behave," he barked quietly.
I was twenty-seven. I knew how to behave. The need to respond to him sat heavy on me, but I pushed it down and went back to thinking about Chloe. I was mad because she had judged me and done a good job of it. Because of her assessment, I had little chance with her.
She deserves better.
And she did, but I didn't want to take her to my bed and sneak out the next morning. I wanted to take her to dinner and kiss her on the doorstep, or teach her to ski better and roll around in the snow when we fell into it together.
I wanted a normal night of fun without the promise of sex. I wanted a date.
The realization rolled over me that I hadn't been on a date that wasn't planned for the sex since I was a teenager. I closed my eyes and tilted my head toward the ceiling as regret rushed through my veins. It would be gone soon, seeing that none of the women in my past had every wanted anything but sex, as well. I wasn't the one pushing for anything most of the time. I was used and therefore, I used.
Nice.
The preacher asked us to bow our heads, and I let mine drop, keeping my eyes closed and starting to work through not only how I was going to apologize to the pretty girl who had me captivated, but how I was going to see her again. I wasn't letting fate have another shot at me.
Cindy had let out that Chloe's last name was Burke. Now all I had to do was find someone with that last name that had been here off and on. Maybe my father knew something about it. I was pretty sure that there was a Burke on our client list. Maybe they were related.
We wrapped up the prayer and stood around, shaking old men's hands and hugging old ladies before my father patted my back and gave me a push.
"Let's go. You having lunch with me today?"
"Naw. I'm actually thinking about picking up a few extra jobs. I keep thinking about that lodge I want to build. I'm not getting there any faster seeing that I keep having stuff come up." I sighed and got into the truck. "You think Cliff would want a day off?"
"Not sure, but you can ask him." Dad started the truck and checked his phone before pulling out. Whatever he saw caused a smile to spread across his face.
"What's that about?" I nodded toward him.
"What?" His smile faded.
"Who was the text from?"
"Milly. She was telling me something funny that happened to her." He shrugged and pulled out of the church parking lot. "And don't start on me. She's my secretary, and that's all she'll ever be."
"Yep. Your loss." I glanced out at the snow-covered mountains outside of my window and cleared my throat. "You know someone with the last name of Burke?"
I turned in time to see him stiffen. "Yeah. He's one of our clients. Jonathan Burke. He's as bad as you at sleeping around. Good thing the ugly bastard is only here for the winter."
I chuckled as excitement pulsed through me. "Why do you have him as a client if you don't like him?"
"I didn't say I didn't like him. I said he was a slutty bastard."
Dad shrugged, and I let it go. We had Chloe's dad on our listing at the office. She was going to find me in her front yard before she could blink twice. I only prayed that whoever was assigned to her house would give me the job. Money was tight, and it was the holidays, but one could hope.
* * * *
I stopped by the office after my dad dropped me off at home and checked the schedule. A huge smile lifted my cheeks as I spotted her last name. Cliff was scheduled to go later that afternoon. I couldn't have gotten any luckier.
It took me a few minutes to grab a few shovels and a warm pair of gloves from the stock room, but as soon as I was done, I called Cliff and got into my truck.
"Hey, boy. How's it hanging?" he answered the phone on the first ring.
"Hey, old man. You're scheduled for a shoveling this afternoon at the Burke place. Can I take it off of you?"
"Well, damn. You know things must be bad if you're looking to take jobs off of the shovelers. You ain't got nobody with a plow you can call? You need to rest. You ain't as young as you think."
"Ain't isn't a word." I smiled at the sound of his laughter and couldn't help but think of Chloe. She wouldn't believe for one damn minute that fate had slung us back together. Three times in three days? Impossible.
"You can have it if you want it, but you have to tell me why it's important to you."
"I'm broke?"
"Liar. You'd have taken that fifty from me the other day free and clear. What's at the Burke residence that I'm giving up?"
"A pretty girl in her early twenties." I pulled my truck out of the snowy lot and headed toward one of the many wealthy neighborhoods in Aspen.
"She's all yours, then. My Martha would have a fit if she even knew about this girl." He laughed, and I thanked him and hung up.
It only took twenty minutes to get over to the Burke residence, but by the time I did, my hands were shaking, and I had no clue of what I was going to say. I almost felt sorry for Brian and his being terrified of talking to women. I'd never experienced it myself—not until now. She was going to be upset, or was she? Maybe I was over-thinking it.
I pulled up in the driveway and got out, pulling my extra sweater over my chest before zipping up my coat. I covered my ears, then my head, and pulled on my gloves. I decided to start working and then go deliver the invoice, instead of doing things the other way around. If Chloe was pissed, and refused to let me on her property, then I would have to deal with my dad as I had no doubt her father would call him.
Too much drama for what it was all worth.
I started to work, letting myself get lost in thought. I wanted her to see the other side of me. The one that hated one-night stands and wanted a different future. I knew that my actions and all the shitty decisions I'd made left me looking like a has-been, but I wasn't. I just needed a fresh perspective, a new start, and a good woman could give me that.
I glanced over my shoulder and noticed the curtains moving back into place. Someone had been watching me. Maybe it was her, but maybe not. All I could do was hope that if it was, she'd feel bad for me and come out with something warm to drink.
If she was the woman I figured her to be, she would.
If not...I probably deserved it.