Finn turned and gave us a little one-fingered wave as he walked confidently up to Indi’s front door, then opened it without knocking andwalked right in.
That was weird.
Astrid was digging her nails so hard into my arm, I felt I had to say something.
“Well, he looks in a good mood? Darling, you did so much work to improve his emotional intelligence,” I said, patting her comfortingly on the back. “I’m sure he appreciates it.”
“What is hedoingover there?” she hissed, her hands pulling at her long blonde ponytail, her beautiful face pinched in worry. “How dotheyeven know each other?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I didn’t think she was even a fan of his music. Usually Indi has much different taste in music, like instrumental harp and zither. Not loud and randy Irish punk rock.”
Why in the world had Finn just walked right in? He hadn’t even knocked.
“Did she—maybe win a contest,” Astrid said. “Maybe he ran a Meet A Fan contest. I can’t think of any other reason for him to be over there.”
“Maybe,” I said, but I felt a sudden stab of doubt.
Remembering how Indi’s soft and creamy legs looked in that sundress, the way I caught a tiny peek of her pink panties when she reached down to grab the Amazon packages.
I thought ofoneparticular reason he could be over there.
We both stared at the next-door house.
“I think I’m going to talk a walk down the street,” Astrid said abruptly, rubbing her belly with a frown on her face.
Her eyes were still on Indigo’s house.
“Want me to go with you?” I asked.
“No,” she said. “Why don’t you take care of the lawn. After all, isn’t it 1/4th of an inch too long?”
But as she stalked down the street, I couldn’t think about anything else, pacing back and forth in front of the next-door house.
Surely
Surely not
After all, it was very dangerous of Indi to leave the door open and I should tell her.
Or maybe I should say hello to Finn.
There was no reasonnotto.
I knocked on the front door, very firmly.
But there was no answer.
My anxiety spiked. I knew they were in there. Why weren’t they coming to the door?
Now, since I had previously lived in that house for a long time, I knew that there was a broken lock in the dining room window and I was sure Indi hadn’t gotten it fixed.
When I furtively stepped off the sidewalk and through her lawn to the dining room window, I found I had indeed remembered correctly.
It wasn’t like I was going inside. Very far inside, anyways.
I just wanted to reassure myself that she was ok.
That this was all above-board and proper. There couldn’t possibly be anything. . . carnal between them.
