Love or Luxury by Heather Thurmeier

formal. Had he been like this in high school, too, or had becoming a doctor changed him?
    "Sure," she said with a shrug. No harm in calling. And the kiss had been nice. Short and bordering on uneventful, but still nice enough to stir a butterfly or two to life. But had it been worth the wait? Had she built up this moment in her mind too much over the years? Maybe she was doing herself a disservice with all of these preconceived notions about what it would be like when Reid came home. Maybe she needed to relax and let things play out naturally with him.
    She got behind the wheel, and Reid closed her door with one last goodbye. As she drove away, she glanced into the rearview mirror. Reid was already handing a tip to the valet, not bothering to watch her drive away.
    And for some reason, that really annoyed her.

Chapter Seven

    Finn sat at his desk, working on a new spreadsheet, quote, and blueprints for the job his company was bidding on in the warehouse district. The owner of the space wanted a complete remodel of everything, to take it from old warehouse to new, trendy apartments overlooking the canal. Prime location, close to the train, food, and shops, and sure to be a hit for everyone involved. He had to get these documents right by next week before the big meeting.
    Yet, he couldn't seem to stop thinking about Rebecca.
    He'd been texting with her off and on since their first date. And the texts were getting flirtier and flirtier. The innuendos she'd made the night before had been completely unexpected and hysterical. He loved a girl who wasn't too shy to laugh about things like that.
    God, their first date had been awesome. Rebecca looked stern and full of fire the first time he'd met her—almost run her over, whatever—but on the date she'd been completely easy-going and relaxed and so fun.
    He hoped for a repeat on his next date with her in a couple of days.
    Dialing his brother's number, he waited impatiently as it rang. Colin never picked up right away. Half the time, he didn't hear his phone and would end up with a dozen voicemail messages before finally cluing in that he'd missed calls.
    "Hello," Colin said.
    "Hey, it's me."
    "Hey, bro. How's it going?"
    "Fine. Listen, I wanted to make sure everything is still okay for this weekend."
    Colin laughed. "Gettin' a little punchy already, are ya? Boy she must be a looker."
    His brother loved nothing more than a good excuse to tease him. "Oh, shut it. I'm not punchy. I just don't want to make the drive for no reason."
    Like having a brother hanging around, killing the mood. Not that he was looking to get lucky or anything. It was a bit early for that. Although he probably wouldn't turn her down if she happened to suggest it. He was only human after all.
    "The cabin is still yours. I'm not going to be there at all this weekend."
    "Great, thanks."
    "I told the cleaning service to put fresh sheets on the guest room bed, and there's plenty of wine and food in the fridge."
    "We're using your lawn. No reason to change any sheets."
    "Sure, you say that now, but I don't want to come home next week from the conference to find my master suite messed up."
    "Seriously, dude. That's sick. I'd never use your bed for anything, let alone bring a girl into it. I know what you do in that bed out there all alone."
    Colin laughed loudly into the phone. "I'm more of a shower guy myself."
    "I'm hanging up now." Imagining his brother in the shower with a soapy hand was enough to spoil his good mood, and he didn't want that to happen.
    "Hey," Colin yelled into the phone.
    "What?"
    "Be sure to clean up after yourself. I don't want to find evidence of your indiscretion littering my yard." He laughed again and hung up the phone without giving Finn a chance to respond.
    Why had he thought using Colin's cabin would be no big deal?

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    Rebecca opened her door to find a courier. The doorman buzzed her to let her know a package was on its way up since the courier insisted it had to be hand