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about.”
    My face flushed to my eyelids.
    “I simply want him to—”
    “He’s leaving right now.”
    “—look at the circuit breakers.”
    I blinked. “What?”
    She made a faint sound of impatience. “My
husband mentioned we might need additional circuitry, so I called
Mr. Dante.”
    “Why did you do that?” I asked wildly.
    “Jane, he built us the pavilion,” she
exclaimed.
    “Right,” I breathed, nodding, trying to
regroup. “Of course. The pavilion. Finn built you the pavilion.
That’s why he’s here.” I turned and studied him and his stupid
sunglasses. “You didn’t mention you built the Sandler-Ross’s
pavilion.”
    “We were busy with other stuff.”
    I had a terrible fear he was going to
elaborate.
    Mrs. Lovey squinted at me. “I didn’t know
you two knew each other.”
    “Yes,” I admitted miserably.
    “Well, this might be quite
serendipitous.”
    What did serendipitous mean again, exactly?
’Cause as I looked at my reflection in Finn Dante’s sunglasses, I
wasn’t feeling “good fortune” coming from him. More, Don’t fuck
with me .
    Or maybe, Fuck me.
    Mrs. Lovey’s voice filtered in. “…because I
know nothing about circuit boards. Who is that, Jane?”
    I snapped my gaze away from Finn.
“Pardon?”
    She pointed at my hand, which was still
clutching the phone. “On the phone?”
    “Oh! Yes. The caterer. For you.” Then I
pushed the Off button. “Whoops. My battery just died. You better go
inside and call her back, though.”
    It was something, to know the caterer I’d
never worked with before had got to hear all that. I always like to
make a good first impression.
    Mrs. Lovey tottered off, heels daggering
into the electric-green lawn to go in for was going to be a long
phone conversation. Very long. The caterer had a lot to say.
Whereas I stood in my bare feet, staring at the pavilion, having no
conversation whatsoever, because Finn stood completely silent at my
side.

 
Nine
     

    ~ Jane ~
     
    “SO YOU’RE NOT here for me?” I mumbled. This should
make me happy, right?
    “Oh, I’m here for you.”
    A shiver zipped through me. “And the circuit
breakers.”
    “I don’t do circuit breakers.”
    “Are you angry?”
    “What do you think?”
    “I left a note,” I said, rather lamely, if I
do say so myself.
    He stepped up to me real close. “I’m not a
note person, Jane. And I do not like to be fucked with.”
    All the breath whooshed out of me.
    “Maybe we should talk,” I said.
    “You read my fucking mind.”
    The breath jackknifed in my chest. Two fucks
from Finn in as many minutes was about par for the course. Two
fucks coming out of his mouth in anger in that span of time? Not so
good.
    I lifted my chin and led him off behind the
long, manicured hedge of yews that bordered the lawn, creating a
narrow strip of renegade brown grass that tumbled into the ravine
to the west.
    Updrafts from the river valley lifted
strands of hair off my neck as I led him silently down the secret
corridor of lawn, to an old picnic table I’d found yesterday when I
was searching for a place to store the items we were going to need
to clear out of the house to make room for a hundred and thirty
guests. The whole area looked like it had been forgotten years
ago.
    When we reached the table, I turned and gave
him a look, eyebrows up.
    He returned it with a long, silent one of
his own, which went on. And on. And on. I felt scared. Wait, I should feel scared. But Finn didn’t scare me. So this wasn’t
fear, this electric cord snapping down my belly, deep into my girl
regions.
    This was excitement. Red and fired up.
    Uh-oh.
    I reached up with shaky hands and slid the
sunglasses off his face so I could look into his eyes and not see
the reflection of me. I was breathing fast.
    “I left because, you and me, Finn? It’ll
never work.”
    His blue eyes regarded me. “We seemed to
work pretty good last night.”
    “I mean in the long run.”
    “You thinking about a long run with