Chapter 111 Drinking

Sutton laughed lightly, reaching to touch his waist. "One, two, three... was it eight?"

Finn caught her mischievous hand; his breath grew uneven. "Who am I?"

"Hmm?" Sutton lifted her head. Her blurry gaze finally focused on his sharp face.

"Who made you unhappy?" She reached to pull his ear.

Finn closed the car door with his knee, scooped her up horizontally, and strode inside.

Sutton felt dizzy,