Ethan

Finny Farley had been gone for quite some time. He had passed on, but he never left the house… He had some treasures buried around the property…

“What’s happened?” Ethan had to swallow twice before he could ask her what she meant. “You’re not one to spout off whatever is in your head. I kind of liked that about you. But you’re just talking to be hearing your voice right now. What’s going on?” Nodding, he asked if he could have a seat. “So long as you understand that I’ll kick your ass out if it’s something stupid you have to say. Like we’re related or something. Worse, being mates. I don’t need a mate any more than I need a second hand. What’s up?”

“We’re not related. Not yet, at any rate. But I am your mate.” He sat down in one of the most comfortable kitchen chairs he’d ever been in. “Is this from that set that Georgie got you? This is really nice. I might have to have her—”

“Stop babbling and tell me what you mean, I’m your mate…”