CHAPTER 40

Frankie was an architect and he worked from home. He was successful enough not to have to go into the office every day. He now had a stable of architects who looked after the day-to-day business and he just worked with the clients he wanted to. Frankie had been the one to design their warehouse conversion. He was a talented bastard.

“What are you doing here? You’re not due for a check-up visit for at least another week.”

Finn smiled as he sat on the leather Chesterfield. He loved this room. It was all dark, heavy furniture and smelled like leather and whiskey.

“Can’t I just drop in to say hello to my favorite uncle?”

“Girl trouble?” Frankie said as he took his own seat.

Finn dropped his head back against the couch, closed his eyes, and sighed. “Yeah.”

“Is it the girl that you’re writing about?”

Finn’s eyes popped open and he looked at his uncle.

“What?” his uncle said with a shrug. “You think I don’t read your blog?”

The side of Finn’s mouth tipped up in a crooked sm