Finn (Blue-Collar Billionaires #2) Read Online Free Page A

The things he used to do … Heat blossoms and unfurls inside me, spreading through my limbs until I have to grab the back of the couch behind me to keep from collapsing into a heap on the floor.  
    “What are you doing here?”
    He steps out from the shadows of the hallway and into the light and I gasp. Without a thought or care, I spring forward my arms outstretched.  
    “Finn? What happened to you? Are you all right?”
    He’s walking with a slight limp, relying heavily on the ornately carved cane in his right hand. In my shock, I don’t notice the distaste on his face at least not until he takes a step back.  
    “I’m fine.” His curt reply leaves no room for misinterpretation. Whatever happened to him isn’t something he’ll be sharing with me. The rejection stings but then again, considering our history, why should I have expected anything else?
    “Where’s Mr. Stevens? Do you work with him or something?”
    Finn walks forward, passing me without comment. Then he settles himself on the couch and rests the cane against the arm next to him. “Mr. Stevens works for me. He’s one of my lawyers. I had him handle procuring a cleaning service on my behalf because I simply don’t have the time or desire to do it myself.”
    His words are so impossible that I just stand staring at the back of his head for a minute. His hair is slightly darker than it was when we were in high school, more brown than blond. But he still has the wayward piece in the back that grows in a different direction than all the rest. The sight brings it all home and makes it real. This is Finn.
    And he owns this building.
    “You’re the client?” He doesn’t acknowledge me but I know instinctively it’s true. I walk around and take a seat on the couch facing him.  
    "He came back, Rissa.”
    "Who?" I'm still so shocked that he's here that I'm having trouble following the thread of the conversation.  
    "My father. He's back. And he's wealthy. So now I am, too."  
    This is huge. Growing up, we had so many conversations about our fathers. I've never met mine and Finn's took off when he was small. I know how big of a deal this is for him. But he seems strangely nonchalant about it, like it doesn't even matter. And I don't know him well enough anymore to gauge his mood.  
    “So, why did you hire us?” Moving the conversation back to business seems to be the safest course.  
    “Your business offers cleaning and home management as well, is that correct?”
    “Well, yes.”
    “That’s why I hired you. I need a cleaning service for this entire building and someone to handle organizing my space as well.”  
    Stunned, I just stare at him. How does he even know that we do all that?  
    When Daphne, Tara and I first started, we envisioned a service that helped people organize their entire lives. From keeping appointments to closet reorganization to cleaning. Everything. Unfortunately in this economy most of our customers don’t have the money to hire us for any extras. Most just want cleaning services and many have scaled back to only monthly cleaning. Weekly or daily clients are hard to come by.  
    Now here is our first client willing to pay for the full-service and it’s someone that I can’t deal with.  
    “So you hired me, even with our history?” Something about this isn’t right. Why would he do that? Unless he’s trying to start something again. The last time we spoke was when I ran into him randomly in town before he was deployed for the last time. I’m the one who broke things off so I wasn’t expecting him to be happy to see me but he hadn’t even been able to look at me then. So why would he seek me out now?
      I look up and he’s watching me. The same current of heat passes between us and something clenches deep and low in my belly. “You didn’t bring me here thinking that we would … you know.”  
    Finn’s jaw tightens, the only outward evidence that he’s disturbed.
    “Why would you think I wanted