Chapter 57

After my shower, dressed for the store, “Wakey, wakey,” I entered the bedroom to rouse him.

Finn didn’t stir. He did snore, deep, loud, and so fake, I had to smile.

“Tickle, tickle.” Down at the foot of the bed, I’d gone under that end of the blanket. He did stir, then, but didn’t sit up or open his eyes. “Time to get up—and I don’t have any cotton balls.” I clapped on the lamps. “Tickle, tickle.”

“Mmm.” Finn stretched from head to uncovered toes. He actually might have been asleep, which would make the rattle the windows and shake the roof to the rafters snoring real?

“Good morning.” I had my phone and snapped a photo.

“Hey.” Finn’s lips smacked.

“If we go ahead with the Tumblr thing, that sleepy face is too adorable not to post.”

When he kicked away the covers, I saw something else that would tempt my Tumblr followers to dig deep into their wallets.