160. Epilogue

THIRD PERSON’S POV

"You know, it would do no damage if you told me where you were going that night," Scarlett asked as she leaned back on the lounge close to the pool area, hands on her belly, watching as Finn flipped steak on the grill.

It had been three months now and that question had gone unanswered. No excuse for the lie Finn told could exonerate him.

He turned towards her and sighed. "If you worry less about that night and more about the babies we are to have in less than six months, it'd be a good thing."

She sat up. "Really? My husband sneaking out of the house late at night when he's supposed to fuck me the next morning doesn't deserve an answer?"

Finn blew out a heavy breath and flipped the steak again before he turned to look at her, both hands on his hip. He looked really funny in the apron he was wearing. "I am starting to believe that the only reason you keep asking me this question is because I should have been fucking you instead of sneaking out of